.. no wonder you’re still not married! You could use a woman’s touch, so could this place, in fact. What is this, the world’s most rustic bachel...r pad? Anyway, where’s David?” Alycen rambled, as if expecting Dan to know such things, let alone tell his brother’s bitchy wife.“Fuck if I know! Fuck if I care! Wherever Sasha and Trudy want to go or take him, I suppose,” Dan smirked now, waiting to see the impact of his words on the stupid cunt who had railroaded his brother.“Language, mister! Who. My erection was already up rock hard in anticipation of a good hard masturbation session. I opened the door and there sitting on my bed, browsing through my magazines was Louise. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I stopped in my tracks! My magazine was open at a centrefold picture of a mature brunette woman standing just in high heels and stockings with big breasts and a full bush cunt. Louise flicked through. "Okay, well I shall leave you to get yourself dressed, give me a shout ifyou need a hand with anything!" Deborah exclaimed as she left the room,closing the door behind her.I examined the pile of clothes on the bed, wincing and the prospect thatI would soon be wearing them. I groaned as I picked up a pair of whiteknickers. They were fairly plain apart from a small lace trim that ranaround the waistband and a small bow on the front. I looked at the labelwhich said, Ages 13-14, surely they. I was well and truly versed and experienced with regards to sex and the number of men I'd been with. It felt like I was doing it for the first time.The city lights twinkled outside out bedroom window as we embraced. His lips were warm and tender against mine and I felt his fingers slowly undo the buttons on my blouse, one by one. There was an urgent want and need in both of us, but his actions were slow and deliberate. With the last of my buttons undone he peeled my blouse away, his hand now.