She reached out and placed her hand right on my crotch.“Only . . .if. I get to see yours,” she said, biting down on her lower lip as she groped my...manhood.I unzipped my trousers and lowered them so she could both see and feel her prize. She sat back on the edge of the desk, her eyes glued to my crotch. She dropped into a squat in front of me and fingered my steel rod, then pulled my trousers further down my legs. She took my cock into her small hands and gently stroked it.“Wow!” she said. “I. She was very happy, excited and also scared whether her dreams especially related to sex would come true or not. She went into her bedroom for first night with lot of anticipation and excitement. By the time she entered, idiot hubby was sleeping. She woke him up. He got up and freshened up. She was shy and was expecting some caring and loving words.She was excited to experience the best night of her life as she wished. Without any other word he told her to remove her jewellery and all her. A consequence of this peripatetic existence was that she and I had lost touch, mobile phone technology not being then what it is today. However, I recall hearing that she’d had a baby a few months after we parted: I guess Claire was that erstwhile child.“So,” I said, “where’s Arturo? That was his name, wasn’t it?”I’d never met her husband, and there was no wedding ring on Jazz’s finger.She shrugged. “He split, years ago. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze. “You are?” “Sure,” said Gemma. “If you were a girl, well we’d have had your knickers off like five minutes ago, but…” “Yeah, this is a bit scary for us too,” Aisha interjected. “I’m a virgin,” said Peter, innocently. “We know. Ashlie’s told us all about you Peter. It’s fine,” said Aisha. “Ah, OK.” “Why don’t you take your boxers off and we can play with your cock,” suggested Gemma. “Yeah, we can take our clothes off first. Is that what you want?” Added Aisha. “Yes… please.” The girls walked.