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... being able to see anything.and of course being so small the size only just covered her treasures. I tried not to notice while keeping my eyes on her noticing. There was no doubt she was gorgeous and that night, after she left I vowed to spend a while dreaming about what pleasures we could experience together. I would certainly need to imagine an exotic fantasy and relieve myself... ‘What are you watchin’?’ ‘.Just some rubbish that requires no effort’ ‘oh goody, I love brainless TV, just about my level, can I watch with you?’ she said, but it wasn’t really a question because she had flopped onto the sofa next to me and she cuddled in the familiar way she had done a thousand times before, ever since she was a c***d begging me to read her a story. Only now she was a fully grown woman dressed in far too little and the cuddle was having an effect. Oon all those previous occasions she had never been quite so close to being naked. And as she cuddled into me with her legs curled up under her and her arm around me the towel gapped open somewhat and whilst I couldn’t actually see her breast or other parts, it was only a centimetre or so from being all on show. I could feel an uncomfortable movement in my trousers that woud be difficult to explain if she noticed. I’m nearly 30 and I love him. Not like in love with the man you might want to marry but in love like, he has always been there for me, always kind, always a friend, always welcoming, always supportive, always charming. I feel ...

... a proper deep rooted affection for this lovely man... and it has to be said he was always and remains attractive. Whatever sex appeal is, he has it. All the women said so in the past, even when Iwas a c***d he was the one that they talked about and they still do. Even my mum secretly admitted to me that if he had have ever tried it on with her, and she had often hoped he might, then she was sure that she would have surrendered herself. Her husband, his best friend, my dad would understand. What a thing to admit to your own young and impressionable daughter. But all the girls knew what she meant, he has something. And the other women all occasionally said similar but they all knew he was faithful to his own wife and after she left, he seemed even less available. He was polite and flirtatious but off limits. But I think lately he has become a little sadder and it breaks my heart to see him so lonely. I love to find any excuse to pop round and chat. I love the way he looks at me, as a man properly looks at a woman he desires, when he thinks I can’t see him. I even wander round in my undies just to cheer him up, and I love watching telly with him, cuddled up close. Like we used to, but now a little more intimately with me squeezing him and him stroking my shoulder or neck. What’s wrong with that? To cheer him up a bit I got some proper see through panties and bra which I only wear in front of him. He doesn’t know I only wear display myself like this for him, but it’s true. I try ...