"I was dying to know what she meant by having a date in mind but I waited until the next morning at breakfast to inquire."What's the date?" I whispere...."It's when I think we will know each other 'really well, '" she answered, not bothering to whisper. None of the other members of the breakfast group paid much attention to what we said to each other anymore, not even Tracy, who had given up her crusade to make me miserable."Does that mean what I think it means?" Is what you think it means really. Jesus. For a bigger girl in the hips and legs and ass, she had a small chest and for some reason that turned me on immensely. I was going crazy sitting there. The shit I had running through my head was driving me crazy. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to my step daughter. But in the back of my head, I kept thinking what would happen if we got caught."Stand up," Ashley said.I stopped thinking about the "what if" shit almost immediately. I stood up. And without a word, Ashley. Occasionally some discarded stockings on the bed, or torn pantyhose from a recent hot date. She was about 5 feet 3 inches and very cuddly, and just a little bit older than my Mum. I used to love watching her working at the sink, or her climbing the stairs. I used to imagine what she looked like in just her undies and I'd go home and masturbate, thinking about Auntie Val all the time. I'd got into the habit of going round there on Saturday afternoons to watch football. She'd make me a coffee and. “There must be some way that I can carry my weight with you?”“It’s not a big deal, Patsy,” I informed her, “You have been my friend for a long time, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”“I am always in your debt. Its hard enough taking care of yourself, but if you add me in the mix its probably super stressful.” Patsy kind of looked shyly at me. “I also know how guys handle stress, and you cant even take care of that at night with me in your hair.”I was taken aback by this. ‘What are you.