"You're k**ding!" I replied, still in hushed tones. I stole a look at Emma over her shoulder, she was leaning over a chair cleaning it with a duster, ...er peachy young ass filled her tight jeans. "She's only 17!" Yeah, but she always looks for your name in the book and she has made a special effort to look nice today".Admittedly, she did look nice, her dark hair was braided into two plaits that hung down either side of her pretty face, she was wearing a white tee-shirt top that hugged her pert. Worse, they had chosen a boarding school to be away from her. Was she a bad mother?James had no doubts when he came to pick her up for dinner."You're a good mother, Josie. Don't worry, they will come to their senses," he said. "Do you want me to talk to them?"Josie shook her head. "I'll try later. Listen, James, can we skip dinner? I'm not feeling that well." Sure, darling. Tomorrow at nine?"Josie kissed him good bye and then sat in her living room undecided. With a sigh, she picked up the. What she wore during these farewells varied as to how far she had prepared her make-up and things. One particular day, she arrived to see me off wearing just her bra and panties and as always, planted a sweet little kiss to my cheek as we opened the door. As I left the house, she casually asked me if I could see the postman along the street, mentioning she was expecting a registered parcel. Having closed the door behind me I headed down the road, only to see the postman delivering around five. He spent the last hour and a half of his work day in a haze of pleasure. He was having questions about his relationship with Dani, but they were all good questions. Thinking he knew where things with her were headed pleased him, but knowing where things with her already were pleased him too. It was one of the few time in his life, where he needed to get answers about something, but all of the possible answers he imagined were good. The truck rolled home with Nathan driving like he’d stolen it..