”Thinking about being with another woman again was an intriguing, yet a disturbing thought. I still dreamt and often – very often - masturbated to...the memory of my first and only female fuck. Even right now, I was moist as a soaking wet sea sponge – hmmm, is that why they say we smell fishy down there???I will always remember how delicate Lisa’s touch was; how sensual, how hot. Lisa knew every curve, bump and fugly lump of my body. With a smile, I thought of her butterfly kisses that turned my. I felt alittle out of place as the guys came around and started making moveswith the girls. You know, kissing, grabbing the tits, reaching updresses and such. The girls even swished my dress up to reveal mygarters and all gave a "WOW" at seeing my shiny nylon stockings becausemost girls these days have never worn real nylon stockings."Another of my aunt's ideas." I mentioned.Dan was excited with Cheryl, he pawed at her and I heard him whisper,"How hard he was for her."But, she pushed him away.. No wonder the Vicar didn't quite look forward to Christmas Day in the same way that we did - he spent a good six hours of it in Church!Dad and Jen went to fetch our grandparents after we got back from Church; Dad's parents lived close to the centre of town and had never bothered owning a car, and Mum's father, Grandpa Shaw, was now getting too old and frail to drive. He had been gassed on the Western Front in 1918 and was always getting chest problems, and at 76 years of age he was finding it. I asked for this. Are you going to be okay with me watching?”“Watching Ted and I fuck? I’m fine with it. But that’s not what I was asking; are you going to be fine with the rest of it?”“The rest of what?”“Being with Ted. You’re okay with being in bed together with him and I?”That statement sort of caught me off guard. I hadn’t really thought about what role I was going to play this weekend. I had been so focused on watching, and hopefully masturbating while I watched, that I never thought.