Living with Fran was my dream, ever since we met we've wanted that. But there was one downer, we had to live with her mother in the same house because. Well you know how sometimes mums and daughters are.
But Jan, her mum, was sweet and charming and for a woman of 45 she looked a decade younger and a figure similar to Fran to die for.
So I went along with it no problem and we all seemed to get along just fine. Jan and I both work in the local Sainsbury's Supermarket, I am a grocery Manager and Fran does provision coding which sometimes means we cant do the same shifts. But never the mind because Fran is happy with that and generally these days we are just glad to have fairly well paid jobs.
The bonus now, unlike when we lived apart, is having Fran all to myself at most times, just occasionally Mum joins us of and evening when we like occasionally to share a TV show or something. . But when we are private we can just relax after a hectic days work, because sorting customers complaints can be harassing. But sweet Fran knows just how to calm me, in fact I guess we both know how to calm each other. Fran is the most passionate woman I have ever known and she loves to snuggle up on the deep filled black leather sofa before we finish off the togetherness of the evening in our slumber land bed in a so wonderful bonding which makes for a real deep and gratifying sleep.
First things first though, after evening dinner Fran showers and joins me in her very sexy lingerie, style and type according to the mood she is in with a wonderful fitting dressing gown -and I usually do the same. Although sometimes she prefers I shower later so as not to spoil the scent of the man she loves and adores and wants to pamper so much, she says.
If she wears her black net hold up stockings and red tie-on thong I know exactly what she wants and it is all so very wonderful and thrilling, the different things we do, diverse often and fitting to our moods.
When we have snuggled a time and one thing leads to another, I enjoy her long deep French kisses and she guides my hand to her breast to enjoy the pleasure of just touching tenderly and enjoying each beautifully erect nipple as she does likewise with me - running her finger tips along the inside of my thigh and more until I feel the utter joy of her touch there. It is so wonderfully warming and in a moment I am quite erect.
Her touch is divine and we both know what we want, and specifically I know what Fran wants when she spreads out on the sofa and paces her head over the arm of the settee and slightly backwards.