Ten minutes later; Tom guided my excited body and mind into the other room; where upon hearing it I instantly recognised Sonia's voice as she announce..., "Bob and Alice; this is Ray; I think you will enjoy him because he has the same attitude to sex as you; there is nothing he would not do!"A voice which also seemed familiar; responded, "Oh good; hopefully he can prove that to me and Alice!" said Bob."I do hope so!" replied Alice. Her voice also seemed familiar and to be honest this was starting. Exactly. Her hair was up and fine ... My brain said... Where is Grace?The vision that tripped lightly down the stairs wore Cornflower Blue ... Cornflower Blue that hugged curves. Curves that started at tiny slipper clad feet and ended at an impossibly long and aristocratic neck. The route taken crossed the Alps on the way up ... twice ... and severe valleys in strategic places in between. The mountains cast deep shadows between peaks. This woman girl had an exotic head under ALL THAT HAIR and. I see he's still a bit nervous, probably not knowing what to say or how to get started. I go off of what was said to me on my first real encounter. I ask if he would mind getting down to his underware. He quickly agrees and he sheds his jeans quickly. He's in boxers. Loose but I can make out the outline of a well defined, very large cock. He is already getting hard. I take my shorts off and reveal the light blue pair of lacy panties I told him I would ware. My cock is semi hard and wanting to. "There's more fun to be had sticking your head in a wasps nest. Completely useless bunch. No backbone. No fibre." He held his hand out. "Colonel Snell," he said, "My friends call me 'basher'. You can too." Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't.