.. Oh Yes.... I know you listen in, you dirty little bugger....... you'd come in and we could help each other out again........... like last time!' ...I gulped and said apologetically, 'I didn't think you'd want me again' 'Oh for Christ's sake grow up' she replied, 'now, have you washed your cock since you last had a wank? 'No' I mumbled 'Well get yourself into the bathroom and do it now' 'Yes Mum' I said, getting out of bed. She. It was plain that they had never seen any thing like that before.I had been idly playing with Kate's breast as we talked, my arm was around her and her hand was playing with my cock.Kate kissed me and asked me to please fuck her.I thought "Should I use a rubber and then thought about how this couple was so new to sex with others it was not nesscessary ". We backed up on the bed and I had Kate mount and ride me like a horse.Kate had a climax as my prick head touched her cervix and slid by.She. ..give her life to Jesus". Anyway, I was intrigued to know more about Beth and couldn't resist the urge to go through her things. She went out to do some last minute buying this afternoon and, instead of going with her, I went into her room and unzipped her bag to look through her undies and whatever else might tell me more about her. I always think that a woman's undies (or more particularly her knickers) tell you more about her in two minutes than knowing the girl for a whole year might. This is a true story. All Uncle Arthur's stories are. He was a soldier.He joined the British Army as a Boy Soldier in the days when discipline was really tough, he said, and boy soldiers were super-men by comparison with the weedy bunch of wimps and women he sees shuffling around in uniform today.After six weeks of square-bashing, early morning PT in four below zero, forced marches in FSMO - field service marching order, he explained - five grudge matches in the Gym and an unsupervised.