The bell rang for the end of the day and there was a real buzz about tonights party. Me and my mates sat on the bus laughing and joking, ‘Im going t... get a shag tonight’ said dave. I sat laughing wondering when I would finally get to screw some pussy. I got home and got straight in the shower, got dressed up, smart shirt, smart jeans, and some loafers on, splash of aftershave and i was away. I met my mates at the bus stop, and we were all excited, we talked about what beer we were going to buy.. Do very softly don’t be so rude with girls. Softly kiss only enjoyable then rude hungry n wild kisses. So by kissing i pressed her boob’s for sometime then I up her shirt up words I kissed her waist I love to see girls waist n belly buttonI kept my tongue in her belly button then kiss her waist lot n I move till up her shirt n seen her breast over bra then I kept my hands on her back n undid her bra. She said no but I did her buttons. She was smart n she removes her bra taking strips from her. We tentatively broke the silence with what we were comfortable with, more questions. As I grew bolder I told her quite honestly that, though she had a boyfriend, I wanted her to cuddle up against me. For warmth, since there was only one blanket, that wouldn’t break any rules. And so I found myself wrapped around her, snuggling in the darkness. We moved on to sexual topics, growing bolder as the stars grew brighter. I told her all the things I wanted to do with her, to her even though she was. “My client is a very successful local fashion designer in her early forties called Samantha Sutton. You may have heard of her.” I nodded. My mother was the proud owner of two or three stunning Samantha Sutton evening dresses in her wardrobe, which had been bought courtesy of Veronica’s successful efforts to drain money out of my father like a cracked dam. “Well,” Veronica continued, “the excuse of a man she has been married to for the past fifteen years has now filed for divorce and is seeking.