“Nice to see you again,” I said. I still couldn’t call her Kay, and I knew that if I called her Mrs Cooper she would tell me to call her Kay. It was easier just not to use either. I made my way to the kitchen with my bag of washing.

“No visitors this week?” I asked as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Mrs Cooper smiled. “That was a bit mean of me last week. Not to tell you. But I thought if I did, you might get self-conscious and… well, that would be silly, wouldn’t it?”

I pulled my trousers off and handed them to her, feeling as self-conscious as ever as I stood in my boxer shorts while she loaded the machine. My erection was a little late in arriving this week but as I removed my last item of corner I could see my penis sticking out straight in front of me and slowly lurching its way upwards. Mrs Cooper showed no sign of embarrassment, and I’m not sure that she even noticed it.

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