"Just put yourfeet up, we'll put Netflix on and forget all about that nasty old woman." Even though my work is solely centred on making you a rich and...famoussinger?" I ask Becca, who sighs and rolls her eyes."This is probably the only time you'll ever get this 'opportunity',"Jamie laughs. "Don't waste it!" Yeah," Becca laughs. "Back to work with you tomorrow!" I smile a genuinesmile as Jamie and Becca continue to cheer me up, but what's making mesmile the most is that the two women are finally,. .. I can't breathe properly." He held onto her, his hands resting lightly on her heaving ribcage, immediately below her developing breasts."I need to talk to you. And it's serious, Uncle Brad." Oh, I'm sorry," he said as he moved his hand slightly until he felt the soft warmth of the underside of her breasts against his fingers. When she pushed his hand away irritably he apologized as if it had been an accident."You're acting as bad as Dad does." What do you mean? Does your father touch you. I watched her amazing body as she got closer. She stood next to me with her legs slightly apart. She leant forward and gave me a peck on the lips. Instinctively, I slipped my hand between her legs.She kissed me on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I slid my hand up her bare thigh, feeling her warmth. We kissed for a minute or two before she pulled away from me and got to her knees in front of me. I watched as she expertly undid my belt and then pulled down my trousers. My boxers. It was incongruous as you don’t expect that on a Monday mid-morning. ‘Can I help you?’ She asked politely. ‘Mrs. Chatsworth?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I am John Birch from Sunrooms.’ I introduced myself. ‘Your husband has asked me to drop off this package for you.’ Her face cleared and lit up. ‘Oh, Mr. Birch, it is so kind of you to come all this way. Thank you. Aubrey has spoken of you. Please come in, would you like a coffee, or tea?’ I wanted to refuse and get back to the office, but her offer was so.