He didnt see me open my eyes, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasnt awake, it couldnt be my fault, right? I ...elt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underwear, and then under. I didnt wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldnt be comfortable to sleep in jeans. I felt his fingers in my short little curls, and. It was thirsty work being a pain in the backside to other people. Before they’d even got out of the shop Sammy and Django had cracked their cans and were drinking. They were also spilling rather a lot of it down their shirts. They shoved past a dawdling huddle of shoppers and made a bee-line towards George who was chatting to a woman who looked a bit like an owl in her horn-rimmed spectacles. ‘Is there any truth in it, Mr Timpson?’ she was saying, earnestly. ‘Any truth in what?’ George replied.. It was warm summer evening when, as I sat in my back garden drinking a beer I heard voices coming from Mike and Nina's house, they were loud angry voices, and clearly they were having some kind of row.Now I know I shouldn't have been listening in, but it was kind of intriguing to hear what they were arguing about, and so I got out of my seat and moved closer to the high fence that separated our back gardens, to see if I could hear what they were saying.After several more minutes of yelling, I. In fact, she said it should be her thanking me for giving her such an explosive orgasm!We both giggled, purposefully keeping the volume down. Not that it would seem to matter as there was a sudden burst of laughter from our parents’ room which meant they would be busy themselves for a while!“You don’t think mum or dad suspected anything?” Chrissie asked with a sudden look of seriousness on her face.“Nah,” I said, shaking my head, “although dad had a good stare at your arse when you were bent.