The tables around Liz and Leslie were deathly quiet.Liz looked up at her with a mix of love, admiration, and sorrow.Samantha had revealed a secret tha... probably meant damage to hermarriage, if not the end of it. Liz had obviously been prepared todeal with the possible legal problems rather than cause her loverproblems. The lover who had just come to her defense and rescue.Leslie was seated so that she could see the entire restaurant, whileLiz had her back to it. Samantha's attention was. I sat waiting for her to speak. Sylvia was the epitome of nervousness. She held her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers together. She stared down. After a few minutes she sighed and looked up. ‘I’m sorry Henry,’ she began, her face flushed, gnawing her lip. ‘My experiences with boys hasn’t been good, in fact they’ve been terrible. ‘You’ve got to try and learn to trust people. What blokes think and do are not always the same. Now I’ll admit that I would very much like to explore every part. The rain had not slowed down, and it was too cold and wet to go outside. Not that it really mattered. I was enjoying watching television in front of a nice, toasty fire. Hours passed. I drifted in and out of sleep in front of the fire. After a while, I dozily woke up out of a snooze and my eyes drifted upstairs. My sister and her friends were standing there looking down. I dreamily noticed that they were wearing only a shirt each. They saw me staring at their hairless vaginas and steeped. I quietly drew my shorts over my knees but half hidden continued my leisurely wank. The etiquette in such places was that one hung a single sheet of lavatory paper over the hole (and before you ask, adheres by a small amount of saliva) and should the person entering be interested this could be either removed or disturbed allowing the encounter to proceed without upsetting the disinterested). Some were more blatant and wanked openly to any observer through the hole but I was a little more.