It’s a really smart hotel, and you want to have some nice clothes for the evenings”
“Mmm, mum”, I can’t wait, I replied, “I can’t believe how good it is of you to spend all this time with me.”
“It’s a pleasure sweetie. Mature sex I couldn’t help but find myself being strangely aroused, but I put those thoughts behind me as the train pulled into the station and I saw Jenny waiting for me. Goodness, what was I thinking. . . . . . . . . . . . . … Later that night as we were chatting, we started talking about Jenny, and I asked mum why she thought she hadn’t married. I regarded her more as a friend than an aunt I think, and the thought of spending two whole days away and alone with just her, filled me full of excitement and anticipation. If a mum can’t spend a little time with her special daughter, then she shouldn’t be a mum.
