That was good. We were public, we were visible, and we were clearly not jumping each others' bones, at least where the rest of school knew.So, did tha... answer why? Probably not. People don't want answers, they want guilt trips. They want tormented self-confessions. They want their own experiences to be validated.I can't help it. I found sex to be fun, even before I knew I was orgasmic, or, better, multi-orgasmic. A girl can come and come, and come again. That happened that first weekend with. Harry interrupted, ‘Hang on a moment, Pete was telling me something about this chest, and he probably has a good reason for what he was saying.’ ‘Well yes,’ replied Pete collecting himself, ‘First Mrs Bunce, the chest appears to be full of something and it’s very heavy so it’s probably papers, second the timber has been in the dark for ninety odd years and though it’s not cracked it must be very dry, so if you washed it, some of the water is bound to get through to the contents and they would. I was slowly coming to my senses and realized my own cock was getting hard at the show I was watching.Betty stood there naked as Tim began to lightly pinch and pull on her nipples. Her hand was still trying to find a grip on Tim's massive cock as she let out a low, deep moan. Bill had moved his head closer to Betty's pussy. Betty let out another moan as Bill pushed his face into Betty's thick bush."Oh wow!" Bill moaned as he took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of Betty's pussy.Bill stood up.. Somehow he found pics on her computer of her fucking her ex-boyfriend and he shared a few pics with me. Very hot too! One was of her sucking his very big cock.As the months passed he and I spoke on the phone a few times and wanked together on line talking about what I would do to his mum if I got the chance. I got the impression he was a bit bi, but this didn’t bother me so long as he helped me get access to his lovely mum.We cooked up a coincidental meeting in a pub near his house when he.