Gran wears a microminiskirt Stories

I woke up around seven on Sunday morning. I checked the next auction on Cloud. Sally had completed cataloguing the lots, so I knew she'd contact me soon for a rendezvous. I showered at eight thirty to find Mum in the kitchen making breakfast. "Mum, no problem. I can take you to the airport at four. Do you know when your return flight is so I can pick you up?" "Barry, that's great. I've left the return open as the next few...