Eventually the place took shape, carpets were ordered or floors were varnished. The garden gained grass, some trees and a shed. We would play football... climb the trees and on wet days we spent hours in the shed talking and playing mini ping pong.It was in the shed that I had my first encounter. I was there cleaning my bike when my siss came in with her new pals. Morag was from across the street. she was hefty but pretty and with an always smiling face and because of here being chubby she sort. I went back and sat on the couch, not to push my luck. But my heart was racing, and cock was jumping. After returning back to normal conversation and normal heart rate, I decided to leave for home. I went to grab my hat, but then decided to push the hat back into the couch. I had an idea. I said my goodbyes, and told them I'd come see them again in a few days. I walked out of their room, down the stairs to the exit of the retirement home, then turned right around to get my hat that I "forgot".I. Mary caught her breath for a moment, and then hurried once more. It wasn’t long before the music faded into the distance and all that could be heard were the soft tap of her slippers across the Versailles tiles. She dropped to a bench, her head in her hands and looked down to find her removed glove gone from her grip, lost somewhere in the garden. She cursed herself for letting go of it and laid her head in her hands once more. Only the chirp of an early season cricket kept her company. She ran. They now both had a load of his sperm inside their vaginas, but with the contraception, they were safe from pregnancy.Both girls decided they wanted to spend the night with him, so they all settled down together, and were soon in a satisfied heavy sleep. They all slept until the middle of the night, when Reg found he needed to pee. With a girl on either side, he climbed over the one nearest the bathroom, and when he opened the bathroom door, the light came on. He pushed the door almost closed.