She, with a sexy smile, unhesitatingly took my phone and dialed her own number. That was the beginning of a journey to her bedroom.The ‘texting’s�...� followed soon after we met. Passing on mutual complimentary messages and decent wishes and civilized queries became the order of the day. Bored with such nondescript ripples, I decided to create waves.“What are you wearing for tonight, ‘aunty’ Sheila, if you don’t mind me asking?” That was the text message, which went from my mobile to hers. “You. I took Katie’s advice and made myself up a slutty schoolgirl’s uniform. It was surprisingly cheap to put together, requiring little more than a trip to Marks & Spencer for some long white socks, plaid skirt, white shirt, and a tie. With this outfit and my hair in pigtails, I had to admit I looked pretty innocent; until I started taking it all off. I also went for a full Hollywood wax job; Katie said that most of the clientele liked to see a hairless pussy. My personal preference was for a light. If Mavis had phoned, Laura would have had a tough time squeezing her in. But she would have squeezed her in.Mavis had not called, and Laura began to ache. Their coupling had been very special. They had been soulmates from the start, partly because Laura had fallen wildly in love with Mavis in seconds, and also because Mavis was experienced in girl-girl fucking due to having done it for a couple of years with her older sister. Gosh, she must've been only fourteen when that horny Brenda started. If we went down to Bangor, I was usually driving, and, since I carried a gun as well, I wouldn't have more than one pint. I had fitted a couple of seats in the back of the van so we could take some mates with us, and usually there were more mates than seats, but hey, I had my get-out-of-jail-free card, and so had most of the blokes. (We always said half our school friends carried guns legally and the other half, illegally.) Anyway, there wasn't all that much traffic about in those days, because.