Suddenly the there was a knock at the door, it was her! As I opened the door for her I saw she was dressed in a dark blue wrap over dress, displaying ... very bountifull creamy cleavage, tights (or perhaps stockings??) with dark heels, hair brushed back but loose and with full make up – “sorry sorry, I got held up at work then rushed to get ready as I know you hate lateness and I wanted to get over here so quickly” she said as we embraced, feeling her warmth softness pressing into me “I’ll make. I told her as he is on duty in the gate, there were no chances of him coming at that time. She was reluctant but thought short rest might help her feel good, but only I knew the reality.We went in through the back door, which was loosely closed. I told her to sit in the bed and relax. I also sat besides her, with both in half sitting half lying position. She kept her head on my chest along with her left hand and I kept caressing her hairs. It seemed something was troubling her from inside. I. She was that a good fuck I often daydreamed about her. Walking towards us was Sarah and her mother, if there was one person I didn't want to meet was Sarah's mother. Her name was Ester and as you can tell by her and her daughter's names, she was one of those religious types always quoting the bible. I think she knew it word for word, the whole old and new testaments.'Jack, I'm pregnant, isn't it wonderful. I'm three months pregnant and the doctor thinks it is twins, ' she said getting on her. We bantered as usual and I complimented her on her hairstyle that was in plaits. She made no comment, but it was obvious my words excited her, I grabbed a few disposable plates and plastic knives and forks that had seen us through so far. The box of plates and cutlery was buried somewhere in the bedroom. With coffees made and armed with eating equipment, we retreated to the front room. I placed plates on an upturned empty box where Sarah also placed the mugs. I recovered the TV controller and.