My husband seems keen. He’s loving it, the dirty, randy sod. It feels strange and wrong, but I’m so excited.” Still with her back to us, Fran t...kes a deep breath and stiffens slightly. The muscles across her back are tensing as she slides her hands down her sides hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties. She pulls them clear from her hips, gradually eases them down… deliberately, slowly, as though she’s part savouring the moment and part fighting the urge to cover up and. Having to go into town yesterday I didn’t do my weekly shop and I need to get my wet clothes from yesterday to the dry cleaner. And I’ve got my car at work in the city, do you mind” “Let’s do it then”Helen dashed into the shower whilst I rummaged around my small bag to find fresh clothes and shaving gear. She came back into the bedroom just getting the last of the water off her, so I went into the shower. Dried off, shaved and then got dressed. I found her in the kitchen making a cup of tea. "Silencieux Fleur Isabella" she ordered, she was waving a flame torch around dangerously in search of a very dusty, very old book.My grandmother found the right section, meaning I at least regained full control of my feet as she stood panning from book to book. She passed me the torch, her eyes never leaving the spine of a huge tome three shelves up.With both hands she pulled the book off the shelf and dumped it on its back on the nearest table. I could barely read the title from over my. My therapy session is in a half-hour. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you or Justine, but I don’t need your pity, or a pity fuck.” I reached out to shake his hand and he responded in kind. “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, I do. You guys have always been there for me, but this is a bit extreme don’t you think? Let’s not make dinner tonight more awkward than it’s already going to be. I’ll see you guys around 7:00.”I pulled him in for an awkward bro-hug and led him out the.