Rate this story I was 15 and on this occasion I was staying for the week-end with a schoolmate and his divorced mother. On a Sunday morning my mate did a milk round and did not get home until around lunchtime. I got up around 9.30 and came down to the breakfast table. My mate’s mum Carol was already up and moving around the house. I sat at the table in the kitchen and the ironing board was up and there was a clothes maiden up next to me with clothes and some slips and knickers on it. I knew...
