He re-buttoning his shirt wondering if this dream was now shattered. Usually for Peter the postman, it was for him a welcome tea stop, in the warm k...tchen, or at the very least a moment or two on the doorstep swapping gossip, with this impressive lady! Today it was a flustered doorstep greeting by a slightly flushed woman, her hair unusually a little dishevelled, blocking his entrance, and taking the mail in slightly indecent haste, exchanging just a few words about the caravan, who`s. “Oi cheeky!” she responded, a big grin spread across her face and she moved round to where John was sitting.John turned his chair to face Claire. “I’m really sorry about that, I don’t know what came over me just then,” said John, almost shaking with a mix of fear and worry. Claire simply put a finger to her lips, as if to say shush. Then she dropped her hands down and took the hem of her dress and lifted it a little. She slid the bottom of her dress up her bronzed legs but stopped before her. A few lick and sucks of the first made it hard and protrude. Then I sucked, nibbled and licked the other. She started to make soft moaning noises so I knew she was getting turned on. Her hand went down inside the front of the trousers and into my boxers. Encircling my erect and fully hard manhood, slightly squeezing she rubbing up and down its eight inches and was obviously judging its length and girth. She ordered me to kneel in front of her and stroke her legs. I dropped to the ground and. At the same time, she’s the kind of nice girl that would give you a good conversation if you decide to approach her. One afternoon, our bus was running late so we had to catch a detour bus. We sat together on that long ride back and got to know each other really well. She turned out to be a really funny girl with a good sense of humour. And this is basically how our relationship came to be.We were both young virgins at the time, not knowing much about sex. It was also very difficult to.