1. Community Involvement Ch. 16


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Phoenix181, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    quickly returned to what she wanted to say. “Actually, my visit does relate to ‘ part ’ of your last visit.” “Go on!” I encouraged, smiling like a Chester Cat. “My niece, well my goddaughter actually but she is more to me than that, as you might be aware.” “You mentioned her last time, yes. You raised her after her mum has killed in a car accident when she was ten. But you called her your niece?” “Long story short, she is not a blood relative. However, I view her as close being so integral in her upbringing. Her mum and I went to school together and were firm friends until…well, the accident. I call her my niece because her mum and I were like sisters.” “I’m sorry.” I whispered and gently caressed her arm. “It happens,” she shrugged and reflected momentarily before continuing. “Anyway, she’ll be around soon. I told her about your aunt and the WRAAF and Bob’s medals. She would like to see them?” “Sure.” My excitement about possibly finding out more on that front was too much to suppress. “What’s the time now?” “A bit before ten. My niece is due soon but when I saw you I wondered if you had a moment…” She trailed off not knowing what else to add. “I just need to do a few things here but I can be over in, say, an hour?” “Perfect. See you then.” Our lips met with the lightest of goodbye kisses but the eyes said it all. It was just on eleven as I ascended the steps to Daph’s front door. The garden was as tidy as ever and the scattered pots on the veranda were awash with blooms. ...
    Last time I stood in that very position it was cold, windy and threatening to pour with rain despite it being only early Autumn. To ward-off the cold back then, I had worn a white Kashmir jumper under a dark brown bomber style jacket. A look that had prompted Daph to comment about my resemblance to a WWII pilot which ultimately lead to the discovery of our respective WRAAF connections. Despite it being closer to winter now the days had returned to warm and sunny. However, I still wore a snug baby blue jumper over a T-shirt with jeans, to keep the chill that prevailed in the shadows at bay. I rang the door bell and expectantly waited. “Come in.” Daph beamed as she opened the door. “My niece went up the road to get some more milk for me. She’ll be back in a jiffy. Tea?” “Definitely.” I placed Rene’s (my aunt) old suitcase next to the lounge in her front lounge room. The same room where our first sexual encounter had transpired. Those memories were still fresh and vivid in my mind. “ I wonder if Daph reflects on them as she wanders about her home ?” I quietly pondered. I followed her into her kitchen as she busied herself making the tea. We chattered about various nondescript topics when there came a noise from the front door. “That will be my…,” Daph stopped herself mid-sentence. “I mean my goddaughter.” She rushed past me to aid the woman entering. They exchanged greetings and a few hushed words; I assumed my arrival was the bulk of the discourse. They started toward the kitchen ...
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