”“And fucking Annie will be, too.” I swiveled in my seat.He nodded his head, glancing next door where Annie lived. She was nineteen, and such a ...weetie. She had followed Ryan around since they were kids, hopelessly in love. He just couldn't see the perfect woman for him when she was right under her nose. Luckily, Mother knew best.“Why don't you call her over,” I said. “Once breakfast is done. Ask her to be your girlfriend.” “Sure,” he nodded. Not that he had a choice.I stood up and grabbed my. Aunty Teresa ( or aunty T as i call her ) was my mums cousin, she was a few years younger than mum but they'd grown up together and were like sister. She was a very succesful woman with her own company a string of ex husbands and a very outgoing personality.I'd not seen my aunty T for a few years, so when she arrived she commented constantly on how much i'd grown and what a handsone young man i was. As soon as i saw here all my memories of her were confirmed. The smell of Channel no5, hairspray. Unbeknown to Ricky, she was already learning what he liked without him even realising he was telegraphing his turn-ons to her.Mind you, his tells weren’t that hard to work out. All you really had to do was stroke his cock and Ricky was happy. If you sucked on it, he was delirious, and if you presented any other warm hole that he could stick it in, and then let him, he was rapturous.Micky wondered if all males were like this, as she didn’t remember her mother having any difficulties getting her. The hand-holding situation was getting a bit awkward for John, though he couldnt quite decide if he wanted it to stop or&hellip, Will&hellip, Yeah, John? You can let go of my hand now. Oh&hellip,sorry. An almost imperceptible sigh escaped Johns lips. ************* Mrs James, can Will stay over tonight? Oh, is that you, John dearie? I rather thought William would be the one to ask permission, and usually before the day itself. Well, maam, you see&hellip,Williams been, uhm- Id say hes been.