And there's more...
I've deliberately kind of 'withdrawn' myself (stop laughing!) from this situation a bit as a: I felt it was getting a bit too close for comfort and once you cross that line, there's no going back without some kind of apocalyptic outcome - and b: to try to find out if I was imagining/exaggerating things for my own benefit.
So....
Last week, she walked into the kitchen (when there was only the two of us in the house) in her pyjamas, dropped the bottoms (nothing underneath) and asked me to have a look at something that was hurting, just below her pantie line (had she been wearing any!!).
Yesterday while we were having a conversation about sleep (or the lack of it) I mentioned that I'd hardly slept the previous night due to her mother's protracted and proficient snoring. Her reply? "Oh you should have come and got in with me"!!
FFS!!! You be the judge.......! It's a bloody good job I'm old!
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