When she enters the room, the statuesque frame so lean and beautiful, long dark hair loosely held back with a decorative clip, it takes my breath away.... She smiles as she slowly moves towards the bed she looks as if she is hovering above the carpet rather than walking; as she reaches the edge of the bed she places her hands between my parted feet and crawls slowly up between my legs. Her eyes staring deep into mine as she came closer and closer to my face. As her lips met mine, she sank on top. "Wine please, Mrs. T," Jenny answered, unlocking the padlocks for me, "and I will go to the bathroom with Marie, she seems a little unsteady on her feet for some reason." Once we were in the bathroom, and I was washing my face, Jenny spoke quietly to me."You notice your Mum didn't come?" she asked."Yes," I answered, "and she only came the once before you arrived." We have got to do something about that," she told me. "When we get back, leave the talking to me. You just go along with whatever I. Then she stripped her dress off and pulled me up to kiss hungrily, then more so. Her hands were everywhere and mine followed all of her curves ,her breasts, her arse, her back, her face. And that was just the beginning. I don’t remember my dress coming off, but it did; I don’t remember her tying a stocking around my eyes, but she did; I don’t remember how we ended up lying, covered in sweat and other liquids but we did. Panting and gasping, the stocking that had covered my eyes now gone, her. She was wearing a long dress in the palest pink I'd ever seen. Her shoulders were bare, and her hair was done up in some kind of bun arrangement that left her neck naked. The whole effect made her seem too mature for me."You clean up nice yourself," she said. I was just wearing jeans and a dark blue sport shirt."All I can say is I'm glad Hershey and Hallmark invented this holiday."Zoe giggled. "They didn't invent Valentine's." Are you sure?"Mrs. Morganthal's face was a study in contrasts. Proud.