‘You’ll see, it’ll all work out.’ He said with conviction. I didn’t know if he was trying to convince me or himself. And because I could do ...othing else I simply nodded and trusted that he knew Becky better than I did. We spent most of the day in his bed, sharing in a kind of intimate misery that neither of us could fully shake. We dozed on and off and around lunchtime I could not ignore the call of nature any longer. Wearily I disentangled myself from Mr P’s arms and legs and cautiously made. This story is of that time when I was unmarried and nearly 23 years old. I was slimmer then. But I always had an hourglass shape with broad ass and solid medium-sized boobs. As I was tall, nearly 5’ 6, my figure was sharp. I appeared slim with meat at places where it was needed.The BackgroundThe story is of my mother’s ancestral village which was quite a backward area in the state. There were fewer facilities like electricity and people were unaware of many technological advancements. My mother. Her black boots were already off, and while the fingertips of my left hand gently caressed her soft neck, my other hand stroked the soles of her feet. She pushed me away and took her camisole top off to reveal small but perfect, firm and peachy breasts pushed together by a red lace bra. She pulled my top off too, and we held each other close while I kissed her neck and ears. I deftly unclasped her bra, held her shoulders and let her lean back as I kissed her breasts. She threw her head. As he removed his wet shoes and set his bag on the counter he commented on the chill the rain had brought. She offered him a glass of champagne as she began to pour it before he even answered. ‘Least I can do is offer you something to eat and drink for trying to steal you cabin’, she joked. ‘Well, the least I could do is build you a fire in that fireplace for attempting to steal your cabin’, he replied. As he bent to the task she watched him. Thinking about what her friends and family would say.