We had a Sunday tea together but still no Brian but Pam seemed unconcerned. I decided to have an early night, really I wanted to slip on my nightie an... masterbate. I managed a quick soak in the bath and bed and slipped into my black shortie nightie and a few strokes of my young cock I was soon cuming xxxNext day I was up early, had to get to my course and didn't want to be late. Pam was in the kitchen in her quilted housecoat trying to get me to eat breakfast. Still no Brian, I managed tea and. Her ex-husband had looked up from his papers, ashen faced, mentally exhausted, his sagging features gripped with the sorry look of a beaten a****l. "What else?" he said with a pathetic tone that almost made her feel sorry for him. But not quite.Karen leaned forward and reached into her jacket pocket, sliding out a simple black and white photograph. It was the photograph she'd found in his briefcase, the photograph that had set her on the path of discovery and the revelation of his betrayal, it. Her sister was somewhat unclear about how to position her backside for a good "from the rear" session of love-making but she had a high level of fear about the initial entry since she had been buggered by some rough sailors on the voyage from France. I assured her that she would be treated gently and in a dignified and genteel manner. All she had to do was to raise her hips slightly and relax her brown eye like she was trying to eliminate her waste. She was quite attentive and I found her. " Mmm, delicious! Let's trade plates."With dinner over we hurried to get our coats for the short walk to thetheatre. Back in the room, another hurried kiss before we could don ourcoats! Joan was becoming more insistent, but again I managed to turnback her advances. Another hasty repair of my lipstick was required.By now more used to our new roles, both of us seemed to be less self-conscious during our walk to the theatre. We held hands as we hurriedalong the sidewalk.We had barely reached our.