"She's lovely isn't she?" mum whispered as she took my empty plate away and giggled when I replied,"Gorgeous mum, but not a patch on you" Flattery wil... get you everywhere" she laughed and kissed me again."Fancy a barbeque mum?"That was a very silly question but her reaction still made me smile.She jumped up and clapped her hands like a kid,"Yes, oh great, come on Jill, let's go to the shop and get some lager while Tommy starts the Barbie"I was still swearing at the bloody thing when they got. Sunday came and I arrived at her house at the agreed time.I knocked on the door and Barbara unlocked the door and invited me in..."Come in Steve, I've just got home. Would you like a drink?" I'd love one, what do you have?" "Well, after the service I always have a gin and tonic, are you joining me?" Perfect" I replied.Debbie was right, she was lovely. The reverend was around 75 but Barbara was about 60. She was dark haired with slight touches of grey showing. She was about 5' 3" tall. She. “Ok well why don’t you stop back again in two weeks.” I told him. “Ok madam.” he replied and left. Two weeks went by and I was watching a movie in my jammies when I heard a knock at the door. To specify my jammies are usually a white wife beater and often no bra with a pair of small shorts. I went and answered the door completely forgetting about the boy. There he was standing there staring at my chest again. “Oh I forgot! Come to cut the grass again?” I asked. He looked up at me “Yes madam.”. She was much enjoying this and want to do something more with me. She touch her hand on my chest and insert her fingers in the shirt and try to feel the hair of my chest and asked Hassan aap kay chest pay baal hain? I replied during kissing her nipples nei Maliha. She asked dikhain na. I said shirt utar doon? Utarain na Hassan..kya aap ko garmi nahi lag rahi? Dekhain mujhay garmi lag rahi thee main nay to utar dee hay.I replied, garmi to itni lag rahi hay kay dil chah raha hay sub kutch utar.