“Pete, it’s OK. And it was hot having her tell me. Such things really don’t interest me as far as myself being involved, but it is hot to see an... hear about it I must admit. Plus it tells me how much she trusts me to tell me about it. She knows I will never tell another living soul, other than you.”“Yea, I got it. So tell me, how hot was it?”Holly blushed, and said “Hot enough that my panties were damp afterwards. She told me enough that I know how big and dark her nipples are, and that you are. When Margaret arrived, Richard instinctively looked to see if she had the cane in her hand but she told him that it was in her car and that she would bring it in in due course. There was the usual 'on arrival' kissing and then the two of them settled down on the settee together and put something on television although neither of them was really watching it as they frequently exchanged kisses. Margaret was starting to feel particularly randy so she undid Richard's trousers and started squeezing. She opened her eyes. She was in a large bedroom, classically furnished. An open doorway led out onto a balcony. Sitting up, she saw a white robe hanging from one corner of the four poster bed. Above all else, was the scent of Andrew. She left the bed, wrapping the robe around her tidy frame. Following her nose, she went out onto the balcony and found him there, sitting at a table with a slim young brunette. She seemed to be in her early twenties, just like Bethany. The table was loaded with. The four of us had met up at JoJo’s, a club in Soho where we’d spent a couple of hours watching the transvestite floorshow. And what a floorshow it had been. Both Lorraine and I had recently had boob jobs and were rightly proud of the results, we had cheated the ravages of time and now both possessed spectacular pairs of puppies. Having said that, quite a few of the acts at Jo Jo’s were similarly well endowed, with gorgeous pert boobs and spectacularly erect nipples. So perfect were they, that.