This arrangement went on for quite a few years and to be honest, it was all I ever wanted.Whilst on a night out, she would say to me, “when we get h...me we’ll ‘get comfortable.” She knew this would get me going.On arriving home, I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits, then we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now, so as not to get the reader too aroused, as this isn’t my main story, just an insight as to what got me here.My story starts when. And now, at last, she sensed their voices carried through the gloom by the gentle summer breeze. It was too dark to see how many there were in the little wood tonight – but she heard two or three male voices first, clearly foreign: maybe some Eastern European fruit-picking lads out for some fun.“You suck my cock,” commanded one of the Slavic voices through the darkness.Georgina froze. Was he calling to her? Had she been seen? She waited, trembling.“Me also,” came a second voice – also male and. OUT of the box I'm in!!" Her smile was bright and she was a confident and self-assured young lady.After their brief visit, Lisa's dad volunteered to take Rebecca home. He had other errands to run, including the home improvement store, so Lisa stayed home.EPILOGUELISAFor the remainder of that year, Lisa dated several men – she had quite a few opportunities – and had some "play parties" with Coral. She had a second date with the oil engineer -- a certain Mr. Preston, who she saw regularly at TKD. “And just in time too as Mr. Johnson was already there. I went into the living room to say hello. After an awkward dinner of having Mr. Johnson staring at my chest the whole night, I cleared off the table and went to go get dessert and coffee. My dad followed me into the kitchen. “Wasn’t it nice of Tom to forgive you for the accident?”“Of course it was. Very nice.”“Well, why don’t you go and thank him for his kindness and I’ll get coffee and be there in a minute. ““Yes sir.”“And be gracious,”.