Things did not change over the next few weeks so I didnt bother bringing it up anymore. One day whilst at work, I got a phone call from Jen saying tha... she would be a few hours late as she had to call to her parents. I told her I would see her later. I went home at about 7 and had something to eat and settled down in front of the tv. At about 9 I got another phone call from Jen saying her car had broken down and if I could collect her. I asked her where she was and she told me that she was at. Being in a new place was certainly unsettling but she was very surprised to find that was bothering her the most was Martin’s kiss. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed her and his passion touched a nerve inside her somewhere. She wondered what he looked like. She knew he was taller than she was and that he had a pretty good build but what color were his eyes and was his hair straight or curly? Those questions fell to the side when she thought back on his lips. She knew everything. ’She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’From the way in which my grandmother had spoken about Mrs Hattersley, I was expecting a bookish middle-aged widow. I expected her to be wearing a sensible granny-type skirt – probably in lovat or navy blue – and maybe a floral blouse or even a twinset. The fact that she answered the door wearing what appeared to be lime green silky pyjamas was a complete surprise. As was her pink hair.‘Well, come. No-one could say she was fat; she could at best be described as statuesque. She had long hair that hung down her back almost to her waist, and her face seemed to have a lovely smile which showed off her lovely white teeth. She was very pleasant, and she took my cock in her big hand, and fondled it gently. "Oh yes boy you will be very popular here with the girls." Her smile becoming even broader as she watched my cock grow with her expert fondling.The female soldiers watched with a certain.