Armed with that information I went home and threw away the bottle and had my second wank which was almost as good as the first one. The feeling when ...t all spurted out was so good I just became a confirmed wanker and used to be able to boast about my experiences with wanking. I am sure my mother must have cottoned on but she never said anything, after all 99% of humans do it and the other 1% are bloody liars anyway.I have to say that it was another nine years before I was able to fuck a cunt. She moaned quietly and leaned back towards me. I continued to pull the zip downwards to her waist, past her hips and then just to the top of the crease of her beautiful pert bottom. She wriggled her way out of the dress and allowed it to fall to the floor, helped me out of my clothes, and soon we were stood facing each other, naked in the candle light. I drank the vision of her in, beautiful pert C cup breasts, balancing generous hips with just a slight curve over her tummy. Her shaved pubic. As usual I had left details of where I intended to go with a friend. If I did not return by Sunday evening he would alert the authorities. I knew the way to my favourite camping spot so well that I needed to use a torch only on the difficult stream crossings. By seven in the evening I had pitched my tent close to a stream well above any possible flood. I relaxed to the sound of the low waterfall. The office desk I had occupied two hours ago seemed very distant. I cooked my meal, ate it and. We just haven't made love yet."I turned around to face her in the large clawfoot bathtub. She moaned softly as my mouth closed around one of her dark, erect nipples. She twisted her hand in my hair as my tongue circled around her sweet breasts, and I was enjoying pleasuring her more than I ever thought possible. She lifted herself from the tub, and we stood together with water dripping from our skin. I stared at her for a moment before she pushed me down to my knees, pressing my face into her.