Bonnie’s legs lay right on top of his. Damn! This is a position that we discovered on our own. What she will do next to Gerald, she has only done to...me. It always worked, and by that I mean we always came together. It was always a massive orgasm for her and me as well. It was “our position” and now she was going to use it on a stranger. Bonnie began by slowly but firmly moving her ass from side to side. Then she moves her ass front to back. “Damn baby…your cunt feels so tight”. She continues. I felt her soft big boobs on my chest. they were feeling awesome. I moved little away and looked into her eyes. Went close slowly and kissed her lips and was looking in her eyes. She did the same. Then I smooched her. Her lips were so soft and sweet.I kept kissing her, it was getting deeper and deeper. I was lost in kissing. Actually we both. After few 5 10 mins we went to bed. she was lying on bed and went on her and started kissing again. I kept her upper lips between mine and was caressing. E. worshipping in person. By then I loved the thought of girls knowing I was a wanker and calling me that, which Miss Melanie did. However, when She said “wouldn’t you at least want to try it, it would be an experience for you” (She was an escort as well as a model, and I guess She wasn’t squeamish – She’d seen me in my rainmac a few times, seen the spunk stains on my wank-trousers), I was very unsettled. I wasn’t expecting She would ‘jump’ on me, but that made me more nervous than I already. It was 1983, and America had a cowboy actor as president called Ronald Reagan, and my new girlfriend was gorgeous.The driver was a nice guy, but he wouldn't stop talking - he kept talking about the Falklands war last year, and how glad he was that Mrs. Thatcher was back in government. The journey was less than ten minutes. I paid the driver the £2 and got out of the minicab and walked to the door. When I got inside I put the hall light on, sitting by the phone was a note with my name on - it.