Hubby’s heroic hands
Aug 06, 2020
4 minutes
Louise Stephens-Pantoja, 49, Irlam
Hearing my mobile ringing, I reluctantly rolled over in bed.
‘Hi, it’s Mum, I didn’t wake you, did I?’ came my mum’s voice.
‘No, course not,’ I fibbed, while stifling a yawn.
It was a Sunday, February 2018, and I’d been hoping for a lazy morning in bed.
Fat chance of that now.
As Mum and I spoke about our plans for the day, my husband Oliver, then 37, began to stir.
And soon enough, he was wide awake.
Seemingly adamant to get my attention, he kept poking at my breasts.
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