As the lights in the auditorium came on he bent towards me and put his hand on my bare thigh, midway up, and I could feel the heat from him, 'Would yo... like an ice cream', he asked me tenderly and I nodded yes in my response, I could not speak and his after shave had a very powerful and emotive effect on me, so much so, that when he turned to his daughter and asked her the same question, I felt a pang of loss, almost jealousy and more to the fact, he had lifted his hand off my thigh and I felt. I moved onto her throat and neck and took time to stroke her shoulders and back. It was clear she was aroused and keen to continue. She pressed her big breasts into my chest , her hard nipples evident.I laid her back on the sofa and unwrapped my prize. Katie had obviously not expected to be in this position when she dressed. Her white bra was pretty and lacy but her black panties were everyday. The bra was simply pushed up and her pale breasts were exposed to me. Being the first man to touch. "She feels a hard-edged probing, focused, precise. A thumb, she thinks it is that works her sphincter, gently teasing the muscle. Her flesh rebels against the incursion, a clamping and slackening as his thumb's manipulations unravel her. Little by little she feels her resistance dissolving. Then there is more than a thumb at work. She prepares for hurt.At first it as bad as she imagined. A tightness that makes her think she might tear like over-stretched cloth. And then there is passing over a. ..”Cut to her bedroom, her sitting on the edge of her bed, talking direct to camera. Looking from the lens to Charley, to Thor, and back, as she talks – never quite sure who she should be telling the story to.“Hello ... My name is Maggie Craggs ... I fucking hate that ... When I was married, I was Maggie Lennon, that was much better ... But I wasn’t keeping that cunt’s name!” She pulls a face as if to say ‘urrggghhh’. “I’m 51 years old, and I’m from Nottingham.”“Are you a fan of the show... ?”.