I’d have laughed if I hadn’t been so cross with myself. The galling thing was that I knew I was in the wrong: I should have checked the weather be...ore coming out, and it wouldn’t have been a problem to put a small umbrella or my folding waterproof into my bag. So I couldn’t really blame anyone else, which only made it worse. “Come on, make room for me under there,” I said, pressing my wet body against his as I tried to get under the umbrella. I felt his cheek against mine, and heard him. She decided to sit on the smaller and bend over and ram the larger up as far as she could. She was very wet and could smell her juice now as she slid the kaftan away and turned the power on. WOW that was really strong in her hand so what was it going to do inside her? She took a deep breath and slid on top and loved how powerful that was up inside her convulsing vagina then she came hugely from relief/release and pent up needing to. It didn't stop there but carried on she was gasping and trying. We weren’t swingers but my ex-wife Barbara and I were very sexually active and uninhibited. We were engaging in oral sex a good ten years before it was socially acceptable. In the mid-sixties when she came home from giving birth to our first child with her pussy shaved. She liked the way it felt when I went down on her, so Barbara kept it shaved. Again that was almost fifteen years before bald pussies came in vogue. Barbara had a big thick bristly patch of pubic hair about the size of a dinner. There were a couple of ladies into whose inkwells I would have liked to dip my quill, but generally those in the class were not really my sort.I probably could have managed the course if it had held any relevance for me. Trollope(Anthony not Joanna), Thackery, Galsworthy and Dickens were never on my reading list and while the two Johns, Fowles and Osborne, were lauded no mention was made of Alan Sillitoe, Shelagh Delaney or any others who wrote from the working class perspective.( yes I know.