..................................................................................................................................................................................................Dear Nicholas,Thank you for that short (but not very informative!) note, following our chat at the choral concert. Yes, supper at 'The Air Raid Shelter' sounds fun. Shall I wear my tin hat and do you suppose Dame Vera Lynn will be signing for the diners? To 'break the ice' as you put it: I am now a. I had discovered Lush Stories and was becoming slightly hooked, making fast and intimate friends among the membership and enjoying the erotic writing. I found myself very much attracted to a handful of Lushies because of their humor, intelligence and just plain sexiness, truth be told!When I first started viewing Lush frequently I had just moved to a new town and rented a couple of rooms in my band mate's home until I found something more suitable. He and his lovely wife Tammy where wonderful. "Oh yes," she screamed. "I'm a dirty slut. Pound me like the dirty slut I am."I'm not usually one for the dirty talk, but she seemed to want to hear it, so I started whispering in her ear as I fucked her. "You are a dirty little slut. You like getting pounded in the ass. You love it, don't you. Tell me you love to have dicks in your ass," I said."I love it. I love dicks in my ass," she panted. I was pumping so hard that she was coming up off the ground on my in strokes.I pressed her up against. “He used it a couple of times when he was on nights so that he didn’t disturb us when he came in.” She had a sudden thought. “Or that we would disturb his sleep come the morning.”Fortunately neither Mark nor Jane spotted the barb in that statement. “True,” Jane said, still holding tightly to her husband. “So at least he’ll have a bed for the night.”“That should mean we’re okay until at least the morning, we won’t have to be running during curfew.” Mark paused for a moment. “Right,” he gently.