“You’re sure you aren’t hurt?” she asked.“I’m fine.”“Well, goodness. I am so sorry. It’s a good ...hing youdidn’t bleed on your trousers.”If he had only played along, he would have been in herbed at that very moment. Or at least — she wondered ifhe would have been.That night she replayed the whole episode in her mindand imagined what would have occurred next…if hehadn’t run. She would have pulled down his linen. I rubbed my stiffening cock through my jeans. Hanging her skirt on the hook, she turned back to face me and smiled when she saw what I was doing. Wearing only boots, bra, and thong, she leaned down to kiss me. Her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. When she started to unbutton my jeans, I kicked my shoes off and helped her as she pulled my pants down. As she stood back up, she ran her fingers along my cock, straining against my boxers. Then she stepped back,. She was glad that they all seemed to be becoming fast friends. It would mean that they were likely to have a relationship with some interesting people for a while. They seemed all to be compatible with each other. That was the main reason she was getting involved in this mess. It would be a solid case of Somebody Else’s Problem otherwise. She liked them; she wanted to see them get together.The social connection on a long term basis had been missing from both their lives for a long time and it. They seemed to pause in their embrace and then mum pulled away, perhaps aware that she was only wearing a dressing gown (and a thin one at that)? "I had better get changed," she said. "Can't we have a quick drink first?" asked her Ashley.Mum paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, what would you like?" "A whisky?" I heard him sayMum looked at him; "You know that you are too tired to drink whisky, young man" she scolded. "Aw come on aunty one won't hurt - please?" After a pause, she said.