Please consider this your home while you'rehere." Jeff, thank you, that's very sweet of you."We fell into an easy routine, Paul would make breakfast t...en take me fora wash, it still gave me an erection, but he didn't seem to payattention to it. We then had a physio session, coffee and then I spenttime on the laptop or staring out the window. Lunch was followed byanother physio session, tea, then work or a "staring out the window"break, and then dinner. Paul was a great cook and twice cooked me. We also enjoyed being pretty wound up, meaning a dirty text during the day or a sexy note found in your lunch or pocket. It’s those little things that feeds the fire. We were also not against making it hurt, as in wrong time to do such. This story was one of those times that took on a life of its own. One which I’d never dreamed of. So hubby was up on his fishing trip with buddies, it was only once a year so I didn’t mind. But this one time I seen it as a chance for revenge of something he had. I opened the door and there you stood, an unbelievably sexy lady. Your blouse unbuttoned just so I could see the top of your firm breasts. Your nipples were pushing the inside of your blouse. I couldn’t talk. I didn’t know what to say. I just couldn’t believe I had such a beautiful women at my door. You looked up at me and asked if you had to stand in the hallway all night. You gave me a wink and smile that just made my knees melt. I tried to cover my hard on so you couldn’t see it. You just. He'd phoned his uncle and aunt, and arranged for him and Sian to take pot luck with them in the farmhouse, his parents and grandparents having already booked both rooms in the village pub.Although Malcolm was well laden down with his sleeping bag, hired morning suit and top hat; he offered to carry Sian's suitcase as well, she laughingly declined, but kissed him for his thoughtfulness.They reckoned that they would be back late on Sunday, depending on the trains, and told us not to bother.