............................... As you would imagine, after my mother had introduced me to the delights of her body and sexual intercourse generall... or 'shagging' as we called it at school,; curiously although we all used the 'F' word on a regular basis, we rarely connected it with the actual physical act of sex! Another thing, I should think that few of my class mates had my sort of experience, unless we were all shagging our Mothers and one or two of my friends' mums had caused me to. About a week after the costume party that I attended I had the weekend off from the base and after getting into town and changing my clothes at the locker room I started my "walk of pleasure", I had not gone more than 10 steps before this car stopped and the driver told me to hop in. As soon as I did I noticed that it was a man called John who had picked me a number of times. I like him a lot because he was in his 50's, very demanding but in a nice way. Whenever I was with him I knew that he. Thebar hid a tiny dugout underneath, which was Claire's wine cellar, andcontained piping for two barrels of draught beer. Every liquor that I couldthink of was up on the shelves. The kitchen had two Agas. Two? For oneperson? The dining room table wasn't just oak, but 16th century antique oak.It could seat twenty. But the dining room wasn't big enough for that.Upstairs there were three bedrooms. There had been five, but the one abovethe garage had been converted into a gym, and the next had been. He lifted his head as he removed it, uncovering her full breast. He took a breast in each hand and squeezed softly looking down at them. Ellen smiled as his amusement with her breast. His thumbs pressed her nipples as her hand moved to the button of Josh’s jeans.Ellen pushed Josh’s jeans down his hip. His cock, the one in the photos, sprung up from its denim sheath. Her fingers wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke him as he played with her breast. She slowly lowered herself to her.