I was to ask him to bring the stuff in, and put it down on the table. Then you wanted me to ask him if he wanted a tip.......and if he said yes, I was...to give him the best tip he could wish for..........and you wanted to watch. So, we jumped into the shower together and freshened up. I put back on my stockings , suspenders and skirt. Then there was a knock on the door. You sat naked on the sofa and watched as the rather shocked guy brought the strawberries and champagne in and put them on the. Said it before: downside of being a slacker is you tend to let things drift. I could hear the kids upstairs, voices cheerful as they made their plans. I stomped into the kitchen and opened another beer. I'd been putting in gym time, reading kinda serious, but ... not enough, seemed like. Mebbe I hadn't been wanting hard enough. My ability sure hadn't thought to get off its ass. I took a swig and forced myself to calm down. Hell, you play the hand you got. Mebbe I'd go out later, see if I could. He walked, nude, back into the bedroom and got dressed. He looked at his shoes and decided they’d pass muster with just a silicone wipe, so that’s what they got. Finally he tried on the jacket, looked in the mirror – Caron’s mirror. ‘Caron’. ‘Are you sure you’re okay with this, my love?’ he asked, and in return felt his momentary disquiet replaced by a feeling of peace, of support. He closed his eyes, nodded and looked in the mirror again. He turned sideways, sucked in his gut, grinned and let. I did the same with the other arm and she was out of her dress completely. Grasping the centre of her bra, I lifted it up and away exposing the soft, sloppy, empty breasts that had once fed my great uncle that I had never met. I returned to kissing her nipples, first one and then the other, hungrily covering them with my saliva. ‘Oh Mikey, I want to feel you…’ she said and pushed me away from her. I rose to a sitting position and began unbuttoning my shirt, pulled it out of my jeans and cast.