Jane was still sobbing. ‘Sorry I was slow in stopping them but I needed to get the evidence. Did they hurt you?’ ‘I’m OK. I’ll have a few br...ises but it was worth it. Jane grinned, her face almost comical with its mud and tear streaks. I insisted that I gave her a lift home. For some reason Jane was reluctant but she finally acquiesced. Apart from telling me where she lived Jane sat quietly during the drive. Her home was in a block of flats on a notoriously rough estate on the outskirts of. What the hell I thought. The next time she swung by instead of just cupping her ass I grabbed it and held on. Imagine my surprise when she didn’t turn around and slug me. She just kept on grooving. I gave her cheeks a good hard squeeze, and for the first time she acknowledged my presence by pushing her perfect little ass against my hand. Now we were really getting somewhere! I shifted my position so that I could grab her with both hands. She just kept on rocking. I lifted up. He kissed me on the cheek and said that he was sorry for any harm that he had caused and I told him never to mind and go to bed straight away. It was difficult to wait to hear what discipline would be recommended and I was thankful not have as furtive an imagination as my son to think of all the possible constraints that may await me. However, as was the custom – these kinds of discussions would wait until after dinner and be had in the parlor.I poured brandy and sat in a comfortable chair. I'll make it up to you, I promise.You have to go to work? Still haven't forgiven me? Okay, you go ahead and look out the window as you drink your coffee. I'll just slide my hands around your waist and snuggle up behind you. Can you feel my breasts pressing into your back? My nipples are hard little points against your shoulder blades. You know you want to touch them. No? You're still mad. Well, I'm not. I'm feeling a little randy myself. All that reading, you know.Your cotton shirt is soft.