"Alan," he said being serious, "if you want, I think I can help you out with Jan's problems." I had forgotten I had said anything about it and I didn'... really want to discuss it again. "Sally was the same," he carried on, Sally being his gorgeous wife, a slim blonde with incredible legs. "It all stems from their upbringing you know, parents have a lot to answer for, in fact the only time she would let go and really enjoy herself was when she was drunk." What did you do to help, other than get a. This was still about business.She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself on top of him,her lips mere inches away from his, her breasts like two soft pendulumsbegging for the warmth of his palms. She gazed down into his eyes andwhispered, "Our products could certainly stand up to this."He blinked rapidly and nodded. His arms began to coil around her.Before he could get a firm grip on her, however, she removed herselffrom his lap and sat on a nearby sofa. It was fun, she had to. "What's the matter, boy? I thought you wanted goulash."Pzerra hastily picked up his spoon and shoveled the first mouthful into his mouth without thinking. It was hot! "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Yikes, that was hot!" Slow down, boy! Blow on it and you will enjoy it more," the old man advised sagely, his eyes twinkling as his grandson shot him a dirty look for mentioning the obvious.Pzerra took the bread knife and hacked off a hunk of bread, dipping it into the goulash soup. Humming in delight, he picked. .yeah right! What with an overnight bag.Anyway as i said earlier popping in after footie practice on a sunday was the norm, and it was just a really nice way of spending an afternoon away from my immediate family, she was my second mother full of wisdom and advice that i obviously wouldn't take in from my own parents.The usual thing happened every sunday id run a bath while gran put my kit in the wash, id jump in the bath plenty of bubbles just in case she popped in and id lay back and.