"This is ridiculous, you know," she said, sitting close to him, taking another tack. "I know nothing about you. You're probably married with six child...en, and they'll all come crowding in just when I've got your pants off again."Ned chuckled. "No, I promise. No surprises. I'm not married, never was. I did have a live-in girlfriend for a while, but she left a couple of years ago." Was she the one who thought you had the hots for teenagers?" Yes. She really was jealous of my interest in the kids. Why did I feel there was something wrong?"I ... I need to talk to you," Aunt Jean said, decidedly awkward, as though not wanting the conversation, but feeling it necessary.She lifted her knitted shoulder bag from where it hung by its long handle from the back of a wooden, ladder-backed chair, one of four arranged around the table. I watched her rummage in the bag, a souvenir from Jamaica, yellow, black and green stripes in chunky knit."Would you like a beer?" she asked me after sparking up a. .I dropped my daughter off by her grandparents at 10h30 the Friday morning and then made my way to pick up Jen. On arriving at her house, her bags were pack and she was excited for the weekend ahead. We soon left and set off on our weekend. We arrived at the venue just after 12h30 and checked in and receive the key to the chalet. We then made our way to the chalet where we entered and unpacked my car. I then pour Jen and myself a double vodka lime and lemonade and we sat outside looking at the. Very few details were exchanged. I let you work out the details. The hotel room is gorgeous and although I am excited, I am also nervous. When you arrive I'm still getting ready so you lay on the bed and watch as I slowly strip off my black dress, undo my corset, slide down my stockings, undo my bra. I can see your obvious hardening cock. Slip off my black g string which is soaking wet. I am standing before you naked, my heart pounding. You invite me onto the bed, hugging me close and kissing.