But nothing happened. Rose slowly made her way down the corridor to scope out the kitchen. It was empty. She flicked on the light. Silence. The room w...s as she left it. Feeling relieved, Rose went to stand in the middle of the room. "Wow, I've got to relax more," she said to herself."I can help you with that."Rose screamed and tried to spin around, but strong arms grabbed her from behind and she was crushed against her attacker's body. "Rose, Rose calm down", whispered a familiar voice. "Don't. I know, I sound a little vain, and I guess I am. Worse, I liked to beat off while looking at myself naked, usually easing a finger into my bottom when I felt my orgasm beginning to wash through me. That’s why I have mentioned my b*****r. My bottom has a history and to this present day is an important part of my sex life. My evening bath was an important time of day for me in those days. I’d usually take a bath and soak for a while in hot water, then take a quick warm shower. I’d get out and dry. She's quality. She's better than the likes of me. I'm nothing but a man- a.. a stupid illiterate labourer about to shag his woman."By eck as like I must say," said the new Burt, the Yorkshire accentflowing completely naturally now, "I want me some o' that fanny! Ere,get on ye knees and suck my cock like ye promised."Mavis's eyes lit up as "Burt" flopped out his big engorged member. Sheput her mouth round it, on her knees in front of him and he made fistswith his big dirty hands as the pleasure. God what a fine specimen he was! His head was shaven and looked as smooth as silk. He had large gorgeous eyes as green as a candy apple and a lovely thick goatee, trimmed but still full and bushy. How she longed to ruffle her fingers in it! A smattering of dark hair peeking out from the collar of his work shirt. She wondered if he did some sort of contracting work. Building, maybe? Lifting heavy beams of timber with those luscious taut tanned arms of his. She could picture those arms lifting.