The warmth of her breath touched my cheek. I opened my eyes to see her face almost touching mine. "Baby, the fire's out and I'm cold. Let's go to bed....We both stood up, a bit stiff from lying on the hard floor. She took my hand, but I just scooped her up in my arms. She snuggled her head into my neck as I carried her to the bedroom. After gently laying her on the bed and pulling the covers up to her neck, I told her I had to use the bathroom. I was just starting to pee when I felt her reach. However, as I relaxed and let my mind drift in the pleasure of my babe suckling, another memory crept into my mind, a more recent one. That memory was of just a few minutes ago when I snuggled close to you and you had just lightly cupping her breast and I felt your erection against my bum and realized it was not my baby at my breast but my young man. I felt sorry for mum and I wanted to help her but I didn't knowing what to do so we continued to cuddle for both our comfort but just cuddled and. I had not spoken to her for near two years, knowing the only reason she had called was to ask for money. I was to meet her that evening on the parking lot of a nearby factory. She always made me smile with her conspiratorial attitude and that people were always watching her.Kay had married my father at the elderly age of 66. She was 26 at the time, making her 28, maybe 29, now, and, if my calculations were correct, a widow for just over 2 years. You can't write this stuff! Like a movie , he had. I tell him, don't worry about bumping me. Please finish. If your elbow ends up over here, I don't care. He says, I would like to do a little more work. I'll try not to accost you. He starts typing again, his elbow in, than way out, trying not to touch me. I had enough of this and bump my tit into his elbow. He moves his arm. I do it again. He looks at me. I tell him, it's all good, just type. He relaxed his arm, barely resting it against my tit. He types a little more. He knows I'm staring at.