‘Was I interrupting?’ The three of them laughed until I thought I might just run to my room to escape the shame. Just as I was about to get up Mag...ie stopped long enough to take a breath and say ‘Oh Tom! We had all asked you a question in turn just to see if you were still with us, and then you ask if YOU are interrupting!’. Now I could see the humor, but I thought they made it out to be a bit funnier than it was. Long boring story short, they had been discussing my employment behind my back. She was built up by some schmuck promoter to be something she can never hope to be and I took her out. But Clemmy is good. I think I will beat her, but it will not be easy. We will have no rounds when we fight in that wood, Estella. That will give Clemmy an advantage because she has the stamina to keep on and on while I am used to the one minute break. I still feel confident. But - no hard feelings either way - eh!" I'll drink to that" smiled Estella. She really loved this pugnacious and. At precisely eight the knock on her door came just as she knew it would, she was sat glass in hand sipping something strong, desperately trying to calm herself and stop her ripping off his clothing the second he arrived! “Come in” she called, and the lad opened the door standing there neatly attired in his best tee shirt and jeans, his hair combed and his eyes sparkling, as she stood to greet him. There was a silent moment, each appraising the other, he said as if a little overawed, “God mum,. "I will if you will," I answered, tickling downward to my butthole and back up. Her eyes followed the path of my fingers. She leaned back, pushing her crotch forward towards the front edge of the hot tub where the jets were, rotating slowly. I imagined the bubbles massaging her labia, their fleshy petals flittering in the current. "How does it feel?" I asked."Really good," she said, her breath clipping the words off with a small gasp of pleasure. She looked right at me, humping the water.