I was the bucking bronco and she was the very experienced rider. I could not hold out any longer and somehow we managed to reach our orgasms at the s...me time. When Aunt Joan reached her orgasm she called out, “Keep fucking me, fuck my cunt. Yes baby that is it, fuck me.” When her orgasm subsided she collapsed onto my body. We both drifted off to sleep. I was woken by the sound of the shower running. Looking around the room I saw that Gemma and Aunt Joan were still asleep. It was my mother in. “I, I don’t know Sir,” I stammer. “Maybe you should tell me yourself, in your own words.” “It wasn’t my fault!” I protest. “Jimmy Porter said if I didn’t let him kiss me, he’d say he’d seen me buying fags…cigarettes…from Patel’s on my way home. And even if I was, they were for my dad.”“So you were kissing Jimmy Porter, is that it?”“Yes Sir.” “Is that all?”“Yes Sir.”“Hm. That’s not quite what Miss Primrose told me.”He picks up a piece of paper from his desk, and looks at me again, before reading. I drank some gorgeous rhubarb cider as we chatted away getting to know each other again. My phone buzzed as I received a message from Elsa, the cute bisexual friend from near my home town. She was just in the smaller of the beer tents at the side of the main one, the message said. I quickly brought two double Jack Daniels and cokes, taking them to see Elsa. We chatted about anything and everything as we enjoyed our drinks. As we talked and the alcohol lowered my inhibitions I found myself. Just interested." I know." Where did you find Midge?" The conversation moved back to the inconsequential.It was half past six before Richard noticed the time."Good Heavens, look at the time," he said. "I haven't even offered you a drink. What would you like?" Nothing, thanks. I ought to get home." Why?" Propriety, gossip!" I promise not to be improper and as for the gossip, let them talk. We're just a couple of singlies who have helped clear up the village and are now relaxing after a job well.