The night Gilda told me all this we had just finished fucking in my dormitory room at college. We were in love and felt very adult about our relations...ip. Our sex life, while not too kinky, had a quality of abandon and trust that let us both know we could trust the other. Gilda's revelation surprised me, but it didn't shock me. I'd grown up with an older sister so I knew about adolescent attractions. Unfortunately for me (and Lisa) we hadn't had the guts to experiment the way Gilda and Harry. So what does a quiet fifty something reply to such an invitation?I wrote a letter in reply to say that if he was looking for a mature lady to undress whilst he watched and to watch him masturbate that I would try to fit in a visit when I was visiting London. I wrote care of my daughter which is the only London address I stay at.He then sent me some photographs of his aunt and although she seemed younger than I she seemed to dress quite elegantly and so I imagined he could think of me as roughly. Besides, there’s someone here whose feelings are hurt because you keep ignoring her. Maybe you should work on that while we’re gone.”Boris looked down but didn’t say anything.“Then it’s settled,” Jake said. “We’ll leave at one, tomorrow afternoon. Boris, get me the details when you’ve made the arrangements.”“Yes, boss.”“There was one other thing, Jake,” Jan said.“What’s that?”“Kate’s been having nightmares the last few nights.”“Did this just start?”“The first one occurred in the middle of last. The motorcycle sign on the front hadbeen worn by years of abuse. Kenneth could swear that he saw bulletholes.Inside it wasn't difficult to find Laura. Her red hair was a blazing signto anyone who might want to pick her up. Clenched in her hand was a beer.Lawrence had been a rather lithe guy with roguish good looks. He had usedthat to his advantage. Laura was petite like her sister, although hecould swear that her breasts were a little bigger. Maybe she was wearinga bra that pushed her breasts.