Go to bed, I guess?

Before you head to your room you decide to have another little look through the crack into the Barshford's bedroom.

You see her sat on the edge of the bed, her huge tits shuddering in her silk night dress as she sobs. She then flops forwards onto the bed, face down. Again you see her body shudder.

Your heart melts, and against you better judgement you find yourself entering the bedroom. Your not sure why or what you're going to do, but you can't stand seeing people upset.

You stand over the bed and find yourself reaching out with a comforting hand which you place on her shoulder. Mrs B breathes in deeply and visibly relaxes. You sit on the bed and with two hands you slowly massage her shoulders, squeezing gently with your thumbs.

You realise you should probably say something, but what? Maybe sometimes simple actions are better than words. She's in need of comfort and that is what you are giving her.

She sniffles slightly, then begins to purr at your touch.

She is still face down, so your not sure who she thinks it is who is comforting her, but she is enjoying it, so much so she reaches down and pulls up her silk nightdress exposing the lower half of her round full arse.