He would see me, seated in a corner, and call out."Little Jack Horner, still in a corner, with no sweetheart!"His laugh was full of pleasure at my dis...ress.It was on All Souls Day when I finally received a letter from Amy. The Curzon Players had stayed in Oxford for a month, longer than first anticipated--It seems that even professors of theology were eager to view Madame Dyer's abundant charms.The tone of Amy's letter was sweet and loving, and we agreed to meet as soon as possible.Our. They parted quite late and everyone knew Pete was going to beperforming as soon as the door shut, there was no such luck for Nialwho had to walk Charlotte back to his house, let her change then walkCharles back to his home, no chance for anything else. This made himconsider that sleep overs were the best way for him to enjoy Charlotteto the full. This happened the next Saturday, Charles parents were outthat night so had no complaints about Charles stay with Nial, and Nialcertainly had no. Bringing the finger up to my mouth, she smelt musky, tasted a little spicy. Exotic I suppose.“You like my taste?” she asked.With wide eyes, I nodded. “May I taste more?” With a smile, she lay back and opened herself to me. Pausing to lick those responsive nipples, I settled between her thighs. Who knew that my first time with a girl would see me munching! Honestly, I’m rather shy normally. Hearing my man groan at the sight before him, I raised my hips and opened my legs in a silent offering.. "Tommy, I'm glad your home." Mom said. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and I could see her sitting on the couch, still in her cocktail dress. "I think we should talk." Mom added."Sure," I said, joining her on the couch.Mom took my hands in hers. "About last night... It was so good, I loved it, but it's not right. I may have theses feelings and desires, but I know I shouldn't be acting on them. I couldn't help myself last night, but we have to make sure it never happens again."I looked.