“May I have a word to Ms Norma Johnson?” A lady, her mother or grandmother, had come to the door. She called up ... “Norma!” Alice curtsied to Ms Norma Johnson. I should add that I think Ms Johnson probably had just a Saturday job. She would have been 16 or 17. “Ms Johnson, I forgot to say thank you for washing my mouth out with soap. I do thank you. I really needed it and. We would get a lot of use in the planning stage it often brought us many sexual thoughts and we would tex or talk about what she would do, how she would dress, where would I be, what if something we didn't plan and what if she got to it and passed. All was possible and I new we needed to get a regular hotel meeting point and try to do it three times a week. She for sure like it better than the garage apartment at my uncles house that we got caught by a relator that lived on her street and her. After a while I reached up and took her right hand and drew it down to her waist, pressing it flat against her stomach before sliding it beneath the waistband of her panties. Then I turned her around to face me again and withdrew, leaning against the shelves behind me and crossing my arms. She slowly lowered her other arm to her side, staring back at me—knowing what I wanted her to do. Then, still holding my gaze, she began to stroke herself, the movement of her hand inside her panties causing. It takes a bit more to get me that way these days, especially now that the wife has passed’, he sighed. He took another swig from his glass and looked off to the window, I guess reminiscing about his wife and I again found myself admiring his privates. I don’t know what it was, I never considered myself as gay and certainly didn’t fancy him but my eyes were glued to his naked reflection and I loved what I saw !‘You’ll be enjoying a wee wank to send you off to sleep tonight’ he ventured, giving.