It started with a 16-year old girl called Kate getting out of bed and admiring her freshly-developed naked body in the mirror. That was nice! I rememb...r being 16 (not so very long ago!) and doing the same thing. I wasn’t sure what a “doona” was but from the context I assumed it was an Australian duvet or something. I could tell that I was already a little bit wet inside just from anticipation. Luckily it had been a fairly sunny day (not always the case in England in September) so I’d been able. She leaned down to kiss me, and I didn't object, letting her lips softly brush against mine. We stood kissing for the longest of times. When her lips left mine, I was breathless.She brushed my cheek with her fingertip, which sent shivers down my spine along with warmth between my legs.Christine whispered, “I want you in my bed tonight, Camille. Please say yes.”I smiled, "I would like that, Christine. Very much so."She smiled then led me back to the house. We didn't speak as we went up to her. I got dressed and left not before being made to swear that I would say nothing, I had let myself down and my erection when they talked about my mum gave it away it was going to be awful if anything happened to her.It was about 4 weeks later that I got a call from Ken to say he wanted me the next evening and to be honest I was as horny as hell, all was good at home mum had gone out a few times and even joined the ladies darts team at the local pub which I thought was really good for her she was. ’ Alessandro placed his hands on his hips to keep himself from swatting her hand away, the pokes that had accompanied ‘evil, manipulative bastard’ had nearly pushed him over the edge. And how did she manage to both yell and whisper at once? he wondered. He had a feeling his whisper made him sound like a schoolboy sneaking a conversation in a library. ‘Slow down, Maisie. You’re not making any sense.’ ‘Not making any sense?’ Her eyes flared. ‘Do I need to repeat your words back to you?’ ‘That.