John came behind us. He lingered at the bottom of the stairs (he confessed later that this was to upskirt me). In the bedroom, John quickly striped of... and sat on the bed. He was already hard. As instructed, I started to undress. Ann helped me with my zip then sat at her dressing table. It was thrilling to obediently strip for my audience. I felt strangely too shy to look directly at Ann but I was very conscious of her gaze. I was also very aware that John was stroking himself continually.. We began kissing, and the nerves set in. My cock was instantly rock hard. I could feel it throbbing, she grabbed my hand and pushed it onto her chest, i squeezed her tit and pulled her in close. We carried on kissing until i asked if she wanted to go upstairs for some fun. She said yes and lead me up the stairs.We got into her bedroom and she took her shirt off. We kissed and carressed as i took off mine then hugged her tight to squeeze her ass which was amazing. I unbuttoned her jeans and she. Percy came by frequently and without his help I would never have achieved the standard of work that brought recognition from a number of antique dealers and a couple of museum curators. He would sit beside me for hours and patiently explain various techniques and offer advice and stories, so much so that Rocky often referred to him as my father. I would certainly have preferred him to my real father but there was certainly nothing sexual is our relationship. I'm sure he was just a lonely old. Not thinking about anything bad that could have happend to me i just followed him around the store and from one store to another.he had noticed me hanging around trying to peep and eventually he spoke 'fuck off k**'.No..i know what your doing your looking in the cubicles at the women. we got to talk outside his name was tom (yes his real name) he lived 3 mile from where i did and had being doing this for years so i told him i wanted to learn how to do it better and agreed to let me tag along as.