She had made the most interesting friend. He was so considerate and understanding and had so many interesting stories about people in town and the pla...es he had visited. Yes, you guessed it-good old Alan. I told Harriet at the time that she should stay away from Alan, that all he wanted to do was get in her pants. She said she didn't think he was that kind of man, that she was sure he was just misunderstood because he was so friendly to everyone. I remember saying during that first discussion. “Bend your knees Charles,” Mrs Fanshawe ordered as her first attempt to guide Charles’ member almost penetrated the wrong orifice, but the second was ideally aligned and the two bodies became one.“What a lovely couple,” the Baroness opined as she and Mrs Fanshawe watched. “Makes on feel.”“Sqiffy darling,” Mrs Fanshawe added and she drew closer to kiss the Baroness on the cheek.The Baroness responded and their lips entwined.“Look at those two it’s disgusting,” said Charles breathlessly as he. He noticed us and quickly let us in. We both liked him right away, so very tall at 6'3", his eyes a far prettier shade of blue than mine, his lean, muscular arms a nice golden tan. We started chatting, and I lied that I was 14. He said he was 15 but all his friends were in their twenties; he explained that this was because he was *very* mature. He wanted to know how mature *we* could be. We set a date with him and some friend of his we'd yet to meet; they were going to meet us at my house,. I didn't really talk to her before other than hi and bye and I'm a little shy around new people. She was by her car and looked like she was having trouble with unlocking the doors so I thought sod it, and walked off leaving the door open for her. As I sat down and began to enjoy my coffee again the doorbell went and I thought "the bloody doors" open as I walked to it, but it wasn't, it had shut when I had walked away and there stood Jo's sister I didn't even know her name yet or if I was told.