"definitely worth a go" I said in my head.We had been chatting for a while when Stu excused himself to go to the toilet. I was so excited I decided I ...ouldn’t wait any longer. I too went into the gents shortly after Stu.Luckily he was the only one in there and I dragged him into a cubicle slamming the door shut behind me. He seemed shocked as I pushed him up against the wall and started french kissing him desperately. but he kissed back as I felt his tongue caressing mine.I instantly went for. 'What's your name', I asked him more warmly?'Peter', he replied. I was feeling naughty, my sudden outburst and his reaction was having a dominatrix effect on me, 'Sit down Peter', I suggested, but he hesitated, so I said, 'Please', and as he looked down on me, I raised my knees again, with my feet apart, and showing my 'V', without shame.'You can look at it Peter', I said, my voice trembling and my stomach churning, and as Peter slowly sat down, I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties to. School had proved to be difficult; not being like the others. A fondness for the stricter teachers irked the boys; patently apparent differences alienated the girls. The developmental teenage years were no easier, though liberally minded parents allowed chosen apparel to be worn at weekends, making the desired route in life that little easier. The tortuous journey through to adulthood now accomplished, and independence achieved, indulgence in a preferred lifestyle beckoned.Hannah glanced at her. Charles tutted and stroked Camilla’s flank, hoping that at last he could have a nights sleep in peace away from his annoying companions and be close to his beloved horse. “I think you smell wonderful darling,” he whispered. The old mare whinnied and nudged his leg with her muzzle. “There is no jungle in South Africa,” retorted Mandela in his wise old tones. The stranger stood near a stable, where a glimmer of light escaped through the boarded walls. “You bring gifts?” he asked. “Sure buddy..