I lead you downstairs and sit you down at a prepared table, I sit a meal in front of you, and open a red wine, pouring you a glass. We sit and chat po...itely, but I can’t help my gaze straying to your beautiful breasts occasionally. You finish your first glass of wine and I pour you another, you are obviously beginning to relax, and our conversation turns a little more naughty. We discuss the stories we swapped and the photos and you blush crimson. I move round the table and clear the debris. .. Ring? If she wore a ring and I wore a ring, we'd have US happy, but what would it be to others around us?She'd been thinking, too, when we walked in the trailer. The door locked behind her, she was already stripping, preparatory to putting on her bathing suit for our afternoon swim. She got down to the "completely naked" part and stopped, waiting for me to get to the same state.The naked embrace was wonderful. As were the kisses and the fondles. They didn't last, though, as we knew that. The Vicar’s wife, buying such racy underwear! I emptied my knicker drawer, and filled it with G strings, so her father would not suspect that Jaqueline was wearing them. But then, of course, I had to wear them myself as he had seen them in the wash basket. They were very uncomfortable to start with until I worked out how to put the string in between my inner lips; but then they pressed on my clitoris and I was permanently randy. Richard wondered what was wrong with me. The shaving incident was. I got a bit fed up with his constant, effeminate chatter and eventually switched off, watching the dull motorway pass by instead.The club was o.k. If you like loud, thumping music, skinny twinks showing off and warm beer. Norm introduced me to some more of his young friends and the time passed. At the end of the night there was a round of 'who's getting a lift with who?' which was a bit confusing, but in the end arrangements were made and I waited outside for Norm and whoever he was giving a.