Alone now.
15 or so here earlier...I made a buffet and tea and cake. Lots of children too! It was loud and noisy and lovely. Some of the family staying here tonight as they have travelled from afar and the funeral is at 11 tomorrow.
It's a strange day...it will be still when I wake in several hours.
Her son was here; the youngest; the very image of her, yet soft and gentle and eloquent and so lovely. We talked and he was polite and so well-mannered...it just took me by surpise...just turned 12. That is all. He has lived with his father for many years...you can see that.
Earlier, an hour or so before everyone was due to arrive...I fell asleep upstairs; tired and still not feeling well....when the most sexy photos fluttered through onto my screen...Mr Hotel. He will be one hell of an experience and I'm excited....
There is no rush with him, everything seems to be organised well and with thought. Still I slept until I heard the first car arrive...snuggling under my robe I opened my eyes...just...just enough to be intrigued...and there he was on my tiny phone screen...filling it rather handsomely!!!
I smiled.
I ignored.
I then failed to ignore and felt a fizzy tingle in my lacy undies...
Taking about 30 seconds, I shuddered through onto my persistent fingers and squeezed out the warmth of unrequited lust...
Warm and flushed and sated, I changed, quickly washed and skipped downstairs...tonight's hostess...
Secretly with the most to offer...and secretly with swollen labia....and secretly with warmth still seeping into my new underwear....
