"I'm glad you're here, dear," the frail old woman said, wincing at the pain of speaking."Don't say anything, Mom," Jackie protested. She hated seeing ...the suffering when her mother tried to speak."I wish I could have made things better for you," she said. "I know how much you needed a father. I know how much you needed me around and I couldn't be there."Jackie felt the tears starting again. "Mom, you did your best. Look how I turned out." She wiped her eyes. "I tried to make you proud of me."The. I run my hand over the area , take a closer look , and say ….. nothing to worry about ,just a minor skin irritation nothing compared to the irritation in my trousers ….... just wash the area twice a day with a mild antiseptic and it will soon go away …....I turn away expecting you to get dressed as I go to wash my hands .I hear a gasp and quickly turn around …... and there you are , on the couch , gently fingering yourself ….....has the irritation spread Sue ….....yes , all the way up my pussy. We share a bottle of wine at the restaurant and enjoy a nice six course meal. She's laughing and having a great time. The check comes and its $1,000. I make sure she sees it before paying. She looks impressed. Back in the car, she thanks me for the meal and says she's been so stressed out about money. Creditors have been hounding her. I tell her I could give her a loan if she needed. She says that's sweet but she couldn't pay me back for a while. I said there might be other things she could do. Small stud earrings, a blaze of bronze lipstick, the kind of girl that didn't need a lot of make-up. She caught me looking, smiled, a proper smile, her eyes engaging with mine. The first raindrop fell, followed by a million others. The water bounced from the tarmac. "Shit." She looked at me. "My car?" I was already two steps ahead. I blipped the alarm, pulling open the rear door, my laptop and work files cluttering the front passenger seat. She threw herself in, I followed, pulling the door to..