She was dressed in a pair of snug-fitting blue jeans, and a beige coloured, knitted top.She took me inside her house, and over a cup of coffee, we dis...ussed the granny flat she had for rent, and a few other things. Vicky told me she had two kids, one boy and one girl, but she didn’t elaborate on how old they were, and I saw no need to ask. After we finished our coffee, she said, “I suppose I’d better show you the granny flat, and you can tell me what you think.”Vicky took me around to the side. We were like most kids in the world, a happy family. We were blessed with loving parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. I don't really have any bad memories as a child, except for one.When my sister was four and I was five, our mom died. It was unexpected. We were just a couple of kids playing in the bathtub, me with my plastic police boat, and Sissy with her floating frog. Her frog was always the sea monster that sunk my police boat. Mom was always the mom who made sure we played well. She raised the boxers to her nose once again, breathing in the intoxicating scent as she snuck a hand into her pajamas, teasing at her cunt. Alex had just gotten home from a friend’s house, turning to laugh and wave at a friend as he drove off. When he was out of sight he walked up to the front door and let himself in, tossing his bag and shoes next to the door as he closed it. He listened for any noise and thought it strange that it was quiet. He shrugged it off and began to walk upstairs,. All of 30 seconds later I had her pushed up against the wall as her bag fell to the ground and she wrapped her arms around me and we were making out like it was the first time we had ever done it. Her cold nipples were trying to force their way out of her dress and before she knew it they were out and my mouth and hands were all over them. She looked over me as my face was buried in her chest and noticed that two people who work at the train station could see us from over the wall and were.