Shelia’s dad and my father were in the forces together. John Peters lost his sight in the same mine explosion that crippled my father. Every Monday ...ince I was old enough, I pushed my old man’s wheelchair round to Sheila’s house and the two old soldiers would talk war together, and my old man would read to John Peters. Poor bugger never did get the hang of Braille, nerve damage or something. ‘When my father passed on, I went round there on my own every Monday and read to John Peters myself, it. I was pretty sure they wouldn't put me up. I closed my eyes and slowly counted to fifty. All my hopes for joining the ranks of the non-virgins disappeared for another year.I enrolled in school and started doing my lessons during the rapidly shortening days. I made rapid progress of course. By October I was more than half done with the required work for the year.October, 2001My birthday happens to be October 13th. I have always been grateful to my mother for not having me on the originally. Maybe if I just took a peek? Setting aside my cleaning supplies and trying to calm my nerves and ignoring my throbbing pussy. I tiptoed upstairs. In his house, his stairs led directly into his bedroom. I figured this way I could just poke my head up from the stairs and see the act without actually being spotted. I tiptoed up the stairs, very quietly, and holding my breath, looked into his room. There he stood, perfectly chiseled, stoicly thrusting in and out of a woman’s pussy from behind.. If it was her. I needed to know so badly. When we finished dinner it was still rather early and i told them that my business partner from Singapore is in town and i need to take him out for drinks. I wanted him to fuck her again. So i went out. Went to a bar with some friends to allow them to be alone. On the way out. I told mark. He shd fuck her again the next time he meet her. Dont be stupid to stop. So i left the house and i came back about 2am. I cane home and mark was gone. My wife is.