She was very satisfied. I heard the faint sound of the bank door lock being opened. "Oh shit! Cindy is here!" gasped my wife. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, get u...der the desk," she blurted out, kicking me with her foot and prodding me under her large executive desk. I freaked out. My heart was pounding in my chest. This was really embarrassing and it would be obvious what was happening here. I reeked of sex and her vagina. I crawled under her desk and sat silently. My wife called out, "Morning, Cindy," in. It was clear from their expressions that some found mum a real turn-on, whilst others – mainly the women – were thinking: what does she think she looks like at her age, wearing a dress like that with her figure. But mum showed no signs of embarrassment, acknowledging the smiles and leers, and challenging any disapproving stares. It was a repeat performance as she crossed the hotel terrace, and made her way down past the pool to the promenade. I caught up with her there and gave her a hug. . It was an elaborate tale of Princesses and Princes, evil dragons and ugly witches. The story seemed to go on and on, and although the characters were familiar, the story was entirely new to her. As she peered into the room, Erika could see that Kristin was enthralled with the tale. Although she was fighting hard to combat it, she was losing the battle against sleep. Amazingly, Jim continued the tale after Kristin was asleep and only reluctantly stopped when Erika came into the room and dragged. “Oh I’m so sorry Mike,” I lied, “I forgot you were coming round. I was just sorting some stuff out to give to the Help The Aged shop. My wardrobe is stuffed with clothes that won’t go near me now and I thought it was time I got rid of some of it.” I did find some that still fitted though.”Mike, who had now recovered from his initial shock just smiled. “Yes, I can see you did Hazel and may I say you look lovely in them.” “Well thank you Mike,” I said, “do you want to have a look at the timer.