John, you are a very famous man right now." Well, I guess you could say I had an idea whose time had come," I whispered. I sipped a little more water ...nd went back to sleep.It was night when I reawakened. Julie was still there. I shifted in bed and she turned from the TV and smiled at me. "John. You should see some of the bumper stickers. They are cute.' She brought a handful of sheets of paper over and showed me. "Babs brought these over to show you. She dropped them off and left when she saw. .”“I was hoping you’d say that.”She pulled up her skirts for me as I stood up out of the bath. I pressed her against the wall, pulled down the last set of undergarments, and wrapped one leg around my naked body. I entered her readily, finding no sign of a maidenhead.“I’m not your first...” I remarked.“You’re my first King.”“And hopefully your last for some time.”A few thrusts later I had spent myself inside her and was ready to dress.Charlie Burnes, an old friend from Brighton who had been. Then the weight of something being set on the bed beside me.Suddenly there is something warm and wet across my pussy. It's not your mouth, a washcloth maybe? It feels good whatever it is. "I need you to lay perfectly still sweetheart." I whisper "Ok."I hear the bag rattling again as you pull something out. I hear a spraying noise, then I feel you spreading something all around my wet pussy. "I hope that isn't too cold on you."I shake my head no. I feel your hand on my hip, holding me still.. During my younger days aged 17 to 18 I would do anything to earn extra money,I had done paper rounds, gardening, car washing babysitting,you name it and I had done it.I had seen an advert in the local rag asking for a baby sitter so I telephoned the number and spoke to Mr Richards who after a conversation said I sounded alright and that his wife Denise would telephone when I was required.About a week later I received a call from Mrs Richards asking me if I could babysit that night while she.