He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week’s summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time b...ck in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the migration of lemmings. The English road system was pretty much as had existed since the 1930s, when there were probably more horse-drawn vehicles rutting the newly-metalled surfaces than those of the petrol driven variety. Dad had always. I’d managed to get my satellite dish realigned and got a quick look at the weather forecast – another big storm. I got on the radio and let Ben on the main island know that we’d got back okay and that we were getting ready to wait out the storm.Pretty soon it was time for bed and everything was as it had been with one exception – Jennifer no longer needed my help getting undressed. I guess I was wearier than I thought as I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don’t know how. The first guy left as Dennis came & sat next to me in the back row of the small movie theatre & who I thought I would enjoy. We had a small kiss before I hand jobbed him then I lent over to blow job his small cock, but he just felt me & talked a lot. I got up & went & sat outside in the main area but didn’t like the porn movie so I went walking to the small theatre again. Saw the first guy again as I wanked him & then knelt down to give him another blow job & also hand jobbed him,. “I'm Mark and this is Mary, my fiancee,” I said. She barely looked at me her eyes devouring Mary. A flush darkened Willow's face and her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips. “Pleased to meet you,” Willow said, shaking Mary's hand, her fingers gently stroking her. “You are so beautiful.” “Oh, thank you,” Mary said. “Why don't you get your legs up in the stirrups and we'll take a look downstairs.” “Sure, Dr. Willow.” Mary placed her legs on the stirrups. From where I was sitting I had a good.