I woke up on the 4th of October.....in a strange bed.....naked, smiling and next to the man of my dreams.
I snuggled in close to him and he murmured in his sleep..... he gradually woke up. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming
I think D***'s Mum stayed out quite late.....and I think she had quite a few sherries. We heard her come to bed and she fell up the last step and then had a fit of the giggles. We heard her stumbling round her room. From then on our lovemaking had to be quietly restrained.
Neither of us heard her get up that morning.....she should have gone to work, but we weren't sure if she had actually gone.
D*** put on his pjs and went downstairs. I stretched out,closed my eyes and remembered the previous night.........I will draw a veil over our activities, but suffice it to say that we made up for lost time.
D*** came into the bedroom with a tray.....two steaming mugs of tea and bacon butties.....this was getting better.
He said that there was evidence in the kitchen that his Mum had gone to work. I said what kind of evidence......he said 'Half eaten toast and two Alka Seltzer packets' he grinned and climbed back into bed.
'Get that tea and bacon buttie' he said 'you are going to need some energy'
Bacon kisses.....mmmmmm!
It was almost lunchtime when we got ourselves out of bed.
There was no bathroom in the house......and the lavvy was across the yard. Ablutions were carried out in the scullery. I locked the scullery door and had an all over wash and cleaned my teeth. D*** had just finished his ablutions by the time his Mum came in for her lunch.
When she came in she said she felt like death 'I hope you two are satisfied with yourselves' she said......'I drank far too much last night.....I fell up the last two steps and ruined a perfectly good pair of stockings......and this morning I had a mouth like a dog had slept in there'
I told her that it was a once in a lifetime event....and promised to buy her a new pair of stockings.
We had talked about how long we were expecting to live with D***'s Mum......I wanted to be out of her hair as soon as we could.
I went down to the bank and opened a joint account and we planned to save every week until we had enough for a deposit on a house.
We went and had a look at houses in the estate agents....but the sum total of our worldly goods was £60.....not very much.
We got on the bus and went to see an old Aunt of mine.
From being 11 years old I had gone over to see her every weekend....I had helped her with her shopping and cleaning. She was a martyr to arthritis and really struggled to get about.
I hadn't seen her for about 6 months and she didn't know that we had got married. I felt a bit embarrassed at not telling her.....I thought that she would side with my Mum and Dad.
She was very pleased to see us.......and she thought D*** was very handsome and told me that in front of him......he went crimson. I had never seen him blush before.
Auntie asked what she could give us as a wedding present. I felt awful, she thought we had visited just to get a wedding present.
I told her that although we didn't have much, we were going to save really hard and get ourselves a house......I said that we didn't want any help. we wanted to do it on our own.
Auntie offered to loan us the money for a deposit on a house. I couldn't accept her offer. She said I was very independent, but that was not a bad thing. Auntie promised to buy us our first three piece suite when we finally got a house. I told her that she was very generous and that we would take her up on that offer.
We got back home in time to make the tea. D***'s Mum said she could only fancy a piece of toast and that she was going to go to bed.
We snuggled up on the sofa, watched TV by firelight and made mad passionate love on the rug in front of the fire.
I snuggled in close to him and he murmured in his sleep..... he gradually woke up. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming
I think D***'s Mum stayed out quite late.....and I think she had quite a few sherries. We heard her come to bed and she fell up the last step and then had a fit of the giggles. We heard her stumbling round her room. From then on our lovemaking had to be quietly restrained.
Neither of us heard her get up that morning.....she should have gone to work, but we weren't sure if she had actually gone.
D*** put on his pjs and went downstairs. I stretched out,closed my eyes and remembered the previous night.........I will draw a veil over our activities, but suffice it to say that we made up for lost time.
D*** came into the bedroom with a tray.....two steaming mugs of tea and bacon butties.....this was getting better.
He said that there was evidence in the kitchen that his Mum had gone to work. I said what kind of evidence......he said 'Half eaten toast and two Alka Seltzer packets' he grinned and climbed back into bed.
'Get that tea and bacon buttie' he said 'you are going to need some energy'
Bacon kisses.....mmmmmm!
It was almost lunchtime when we got ourselves out of bed.
There was no bathroom in the house......and the lavvy was across the yard. Ablutions were carried out in the scullery. I locked the scullery door and had an all over wash and cleaned my teeth. D*** had just finished his ablutions by the time his Mum came in for her lunch.
When she came in she said she felt like death 'I hope you two are satisfied with yourselves' she said......'I drank far too much last night.....I fell up the last two steps and ruined a perfectly good pair of stockings......and this morning I had a mouth like a dog had slept in there'
I told her that it was a once in a lifetime event....and promised to buy her a new pair of stockings.
We had talked about how long we were expecting to live with D***'s Mum......I wanted to be out of her hair as soon as we could.
I went down to the bank and opened a joint account and we planned to save every week until we had enough for a deposit on a house.
We went and had a look at houses in the estate agents....but the sum total of our worldly goods was £60.....not very much.
We got on the bus and went to see an old Aunt of mine.
From being 11 years old I had gone over to see her every weekend....I had helped her with her shopping and cleaning. She was a martyr to arthritis and really struggled to get about.
I hadn't seen her for about 6 months and she didn't know that we had got married. I felt a bit embarrassed at not telling her.....I thought that she would side with my Mum and Dad.
She was very pleased to see us.......and she thought D*** was very handsome and told me that in front of him......he went crimson. I had never seen him blush before.
Auntie asked what she could give us as a wedding present. I felt awful, she thought we had visited just to get a wedding present.
I told her that although we didn't have much, we were going to save really hard and get ourselves a house......I said that we didn't want any help. we wanted to do it on our own.
Auntie offered to loan us the money for a deposit on a house. I couldn't accept her offer. She said I was very independent, but that was not a bad thing. Auntie promised to buy us our first three piece suite when we finally got a house. I told her that she was very generous and that we would take her up on that offer.
We got back home in time to make the tea. D***'s Mum said she could only fancy a piece of toast and that she was going to go to bed.
We snuggled up on the sofa, watched TV by firelight and made mad passionate love on the rug in front of the fire.
