"They wouldn't let you have visitors mum," I said, but her eyes didn't even flicker. "Every time I came here, they said you'd been fighting again, and...your visits were stopped as a punishment."She nodded as if in agreement, but remained silent."This is nice." she stood in the doorway of the flat and looked round, it wasn't nice at all, it was cramped and grubby, but it was all I could afford out of my wages as a warehouseman."No, it's not mum," I said and reached to take the shabby coat off her. The panties ranged from thongs to fullcut, in a variety of colors. In other stores, we bought some nightgowns,shoes, skirts, dresses and other things that mom said that I would need.By the time we got home, I was beginning to understand the full meaningof what I had stupidly allowed to happen to me, and I began to get morethan a little scared. As I put away all of the clothes we had bought, Istopped and looked in the mirror; a girl, maybe 5'7" or so, weighing inat about 130, with B cup boobs,. The text came and sure enough she was stood outside the door looking around to see who might see her, looking classy in a long wool coat dark tights or stockings and low heeled knee boots, mmmm I thought she remembered. As we came inside I kissed her on the cheek with my hand on her back and she shivered slightly, I think we were both unsure how to play this having talked about meeting for so long but being unable to do so. “how was the train trip” “it was good” come into my office it’s a. I got out of bed and threw a towel around me and headed for the bathroom, in desperate need for a shower to help burn the image of them away. I turned the water on and waited a moment for the room to fill up with steam. I got in and stood under the burning water, as my mind calmed down. I then soaped up, shampooed my hair, shaved my legs and lady area, rinsed off and finally got out. I dried off feeling better and headed back to my room.I grabbed a bright blue tank top and a very short black.