‘What?’ ‘Are you ever going to get up?’ ‘I’ll be right there.’ Throwing a stick for the dog, I slip my key into the lock. I let out a ...soft groan as it turns with no resistance, indicating my morning confusion had been complete, and I had forgotten to lock the door as well. Stepping inside, I peel off my jacket and decide to let the dog play outside for a few more minutes before putting her back inside. Without looking, I toss my keys and jacket at the couch as I head toward the spare bedroom. She moaned short little yelps. I trailed my fingers around the front of her stomach, as I tickled her more. She laughed, until my fingers touched the mounds of her breasts. She stopped laughing, but continued with moans and groans of pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell faster at my touch. She stopped nibbling my ear and in a stern husky voice cooed, “Please don't tickle me. I want to feel the sensations rising in my body, as you move your hands over me. Trailing your fingers tingles my body. ..Maria you're at work all day and I'll be at college.So?...Don't you get it?...There will be no-one at home to accept thedelivery!" Ah..." said both girls, again almost in unison, before Maria continued,"Is that all?...That's nothing to worry about Jim. You can simply stayhome from college and wait in for the parcels to arrive." What?!...Wait!...No!...I can't do that," replied Jim, as his heart beganto race again "I'm afraid I got a bit of a talking to from the collegeadministrator before I. “Hello? Mrs Simpson?”There was a short pause before I heard Mrs Clarke say slowly, “Who is this please?”“Hello Mrs Simpson, my name is Sophie Hutchens. I’m the ward clerk for the SAU at the hospital. Your son was involved in a minor accident last night and ended up in hospital with a bang on the head. Unfortunately,” I tuned out at this point, wondering what Mrs Clarke was doing, and whether she had caught on to what I had done. The clerk left the room still talking on the phone, coming back a.