"Is it fixed now?” She asked, “Your car? Remember you had that problem with it before? It was at the 'wrong time' or something?" She shrugged and ...lipped her arm through mine, as we walked to my vehicle. I laughed, she really had no clue whatsoever about cars, "It was the TIMING! The timing needed adjustment! It's running fine now." We got into the car. I dropped my bag down at her feet and we set off. We spent most of the morning wandering around garden centres, looking at furniture,. As she approached, she realised they were younger than she had thought.Outside number 4 two of them stepped in front of her making her stop. They were all staring at her. She recognised one of them as living in the street, she thought he was called Alex. “Mrs Goodall” was all he said. She knew he was aged about fifteen.Again she tried to cover her naked body with her hands but failed. She was aware how vulnerable she was. One of them reached out and touched her breast with a finger.She could. I started with her chest, allowing a few drops of oil to roll down the slope of her breast and cling to each nipple before dropping into the heated space between us. My hands cupped each mound in turn, rubbing the slippery liquid into her smooth skin. I could feel her nipples harden to the consistency of large pencil erasers beneath my palms.I pulled her to me, and we kissed passionately. As we did, I oiled her back, focusing on her firm and perfectly shaped cheeks. I could feel her Kegel. I was thinking about buying you some totally new outfits, not maids dresses but other things such as a cocktail dress that you could wear when we share a late evening drink together.I think that would be so sweet, so erotic; you in a cocktail dress, black stockings, black satin sandals and pearls, and how about a new blond wig? Wouldn?t that be delicious? The very thought of it makes me so hot.??No Jan, I thought we were going to return to normal, and dresses for me are definitely not.