It shocked her.“And.” Claire said after collecting herself, and staring at John. “I’ve been so busy I’ve not had time to think or to feel. M...m’s death is going catch up with me; I’m numb at the moment. You know what it’s like, that’s why I’ve come to you. I want to be near you when it hits. I know you’ll understand. I need your support.”“Ah!” John sighed. “Well, I’m not out of it myself yet, so we can support each other. I’m not trying to get rid of you, stay as long as you need to or want, but. But she put her hand over mine, “It’s OK,” she said. “Keep your hand there.” She smiled brightly at me, as if she hadn’t invited me to touch her in a very private place, while we sat in a very public place. We had more coffee. I moved my hand further up her thigh, meeting no resistance. I wanted to stay there, heading for her pussy with my hand, but she said, “Let’s go back to the office, where it’s private.”When we arrived at the office she hung up her leather bag and held out her hand for my. Mom had said to bring warm PJ's."Turn it off, dummy," she exhorts. "They said for us to go to sleep." I was till you showed up." And don't talk so loud. They won't let us go back to the flats tomorrow if they think we stayed up."She pulls the flap shut, sits beside his sleeping bag, unzips it, and inserts her feet."Whatcha doing?" I'm not scared of an old bear, but it's smart to stick together." Well this bag's mine!" I'm pretty skinny," already within and drawing up the zipper. "Just keep it. ’ Groaning he released a sigh. ‘She doesn’t ignore you when I’m in the room.’ Marty nodded, having encountered that more than she would like to admit. ‘She hasn’t thrown herself at me or acted different when we were alone.’ ‘Thank goodness, it’s really embarrassing when they do that, makes me wonder what I was thinking.’ Marty was recalling two years ago when she had invited a girl from work to taste test and found her on her knees pulling at the fastenings of her cousins jeans. Apparently she.