Not to have sex. They were whining. I realized what they wanted. They needed to go out. I put on a bathrobe and gingerly opened the bedroom door and l...oked out. All seemed clear. So down the stairs and I let them out of the back door into the garden. I had a big garden and they rushed out to relieve themselves and explore.Now I had to think about feeding them. What would they eat? Not having had a dog before what would they like?It was whilst I was working on this conundrum the door bell. She told me to sit down on the wicker sofa, I sat there, my cock was rock solid and throbbing, she climbed on top of me, legs either side of mine, she lowered herself down so her wet pussy was pressed up against my cock, she began to kiss me while rubbing her pussy up and down the shaft of my cock.She leaned back and put her hands on my legs behind her, still rubbing her pussy on my cock, I leaned forward and started licking and sucking her nipples, one of her hands moved back around and she. " Mmm," laughed Jill, as she fingered herself obscenely, "A mother's mouth followed by her son's cock!" and she pulled mum's head to her groin."Oh yes Polly," she moaned softly. "Eat me, baby, eat my cunt for me, ooh God it's been so fucking long."Mum used both hands to part the sweet, hairless lips of her friend's pussy and buried her tongue deep into the cleft, I saw the droplets of juice dripping onto mum's chin as she dined and Jill's legs started to tremble."Polly," it was barely. ....id lurk around outside waiting to dash in when the shop was empty...the usual tame titles Parade, Spick n Span, Playboy, Forum, Penthouse...nothing too revealing. Willie, the Newsagent knew my family, so I felt buying my weekly wank magazine was showing me to be a real wanker.One of my mates at College said he visited a few in Glasgow which sold magazines which showed full penetrative sex and oral sex. We agreed to swap our magazines. The shops were called “Campbell’s Health Stores”, there.