On weekends, we used to climb the water tower. We'd sit up there, talk, and laugh, and tell stories, passing cigarettes around and taking swigs from s...olen bottles. It was dark up there, dark enough that nobody could see us, and far enough into the outskirts of town that if we saw someone coming, we could scramble down the ladder and be lost in the woods before they got there.That's where we took the most turns on Angela. She liked it up there under the stars. At least she told me so that one. "What was it – like?" asked Fiona, her clear blue eyes wide with curiosity."What do you mean – like?" responded Catherine."Well, what did you see?" said Fiona."Well - just my Mum's - you know," and she fluttered her hands over her own budding breasts."You mean her 'tits'? You must have seen your Mum's tits before," scoffed Lynne, with all the worldly-wise sophistication of a fifteen-year-old.Catherine blushed - it didn't seem quite right to talk about her Mum's "tits", but, at the memory of. I’d even stay here without going back to the city or to college. I just want to be yours.” “Let’s go clean ourselves,” he said. We went upstairs and Bernie went to the bathroom and ran the water. I undressed and walked to the bathroom naked, Bernie was already sitting in the tub running foam over his body when he waved me in. Before I sat down, he caressed my cock and balls, spread shaving cream in his palms and covered my balls, cock and ass. Gently, he spread my legs and shaved me clean. I. Once the others had left, David invited me to sit with him and Rebecca in the lounge.‘Now, Mark, I have here the letter you so kindly gave Rebecca after your last visit.’My heart jumped slightly as he said this – he’d caught me by surprise, as I would never have thought they would have raised this whilst we were at Adam and Andrea’s. And anyway, I’d given the letter to Rebecca, not David! But I supposed it was inevitable that she would share its contents with her husband.‘Rebecca and I have had.