‘OK. Saturday morning it is. Am I allowed to tell anyone we’re engaged?’ she asked in her still light mood. ‘Absolutely not!’ he stated emph...tically. ‘No telling until I have your parents’ OK and the ring is on your finger.’ He had no illusions that his prohibition would be respected. ‘Spoil sport!’ Robbie laughed and reached over and held her hand as it dropped to her thigh. She was incredibly beautiful, especially tonight. She had bought a new red dress and she had been the most beautiful. She moved her lips away and asked,” why are you surprised?”“I didn’t expect it to happen….” “You are here for 10 days only, how long did you want to wait for this to happen, you stupid boy!” She started to kiss again and then asked,” You know what I want?”“No”“You know, I have never been kissed `down there’. I want to feel the touch of warm, wet tongue over my pussy. Do you do that?”I sat up on the bed and removed her gown by raising it over her head, and then I took off my shirt and shorts. I. “Very pleasantly surprised. Thank you.” She rubbed as much of her body against his as she could manage without actually climbing on top of him.“When you fell asleep in front of the fire, no one wanted to wake you. So, since I figured that I was going to have to get you ready for bed anyway, I might as well do it in my room. All your bags were still in here, but I didn’t want to sort through them trying to find your pajamas, or even a robe for you. I figured that the easiest thing to do would be. I must admit that I had firmly placed this shining example of British womanhood on a pedestal in my mind to the extent that I would constantly pester her for anal access with my obsessed tongue much to her delight and my personal satisfaction.On a bright sunny day, she took me to meet her married daughter Margaret down in Bath where she worked as an editor for some swank publishing house that paid her quite well for her expertise.Margaret was thirty years old, and her mother confided in me that.