Tenderly, slowly, my hands stroke the rounded fullness of her breasts, and I feel her nipples awaken and grow firm under the rich fabric. Her eyes are...half-closed, and the tip of her tongue just barely shows between her full lips. Slowly, I slide my hands down, and grasp the hem of her sweater, pulling it up inside-out, over her head. Her hair is tousled, and I am drawn to her more than ever. Softly, I plant tiny, delicate kisses on her throat and neck, down her chest and along the curved arc. She told me that I was looking gorgeous and Raj was just looking at me he was not able concentrate on work . I just kept quit . Then we just chatted about regular routine and then told her I am alone with my son now a days she told me that y don’t you make this time as most remember able time of your life, I said i didn’t understand ? She told why don’t u enjoy sex life with some good men how will make you feel out of the world ” hearing this i just told her ” shut up Swati I can’t cheat Vijay. " Well we don't do things like this very often," was the only reply I could muster. So far so good, I thought as I took Alison through to the lounge and introduced her to Janet as my landlady and friend. The next part of the plan was to serve drinks, which I did. Alison did wonder why I was not drinking but Janet chipped in and said that I had to go and change. That was my cue to become Jane although I had no idea how Janet could possibly perceive that the time was right for this. As I left the. "Let the idle bastard fetch his own cigarettes mum."He let out a roar and shot up from the table scattering plates and cutlery all over the floor."You cheeky little bastard," he roared, "I'm your father, and I'll teach you some fucking respect."I'd had enough, more than enough, I'd lain in bed many a night listening to him rutting; he'd never made love to my mum, it had been more like rape. When I was younger, I'd cowered and watched as he'd beaten her, sometimes with his fists, sometimes his.