One afternoon I recall with C, we were inches away from being caught. Our tiny living room was right next to the kitchen, where my mother, Charles, a...d a couple friends were drinking it up. I was wearing royal blue corduroys that were a bit too tight around the waist. This is the day C went for it. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. I had never felt such anticipation and excitement. He pulled his pants down and stroked himself while looking at my bare pussy. I. She would remember his hot hand on her breast and the thrills that went through her body. She recalled that she actually kissed him, grown-up style, even if it was for only a few seconds. She would think of his eyes, looking so desperate at her chest, her butt and her crotch ... especially her crotch, she thought.During these nights, her little hands would move to her sensitive pussy and work some kind of magic feelings into her body, while she fantasized that it was her daddy who was touching. In the middle was a small picnic basket on top of a picnic blanket. “it’s… beautiful!” “glad you like it babe and look how clear the stars are…. And I know you’ll know that tonight there is a big meteor shower so we’re sleeping here, weather is forecasted to be a wonderful warm summers night but in case of typical British weather we’ll go inside and drive home.”They started with the picnic, filled with Lucy’s favourite foods and drinks and when they’re done they have a cuddle and it feels like. These were the people Iris and I were amongst as we watched Ralph’s brief innings. He’d been last batsman; and so, the other side would soon come in to bat.Iris had left our table to join her son Ralph as he made his way to the pavilion, to share the team’s general get-together, leaving me to take in the scenic setting of the club’s grounds.Within a while I was suddenly joined by an attractive female acquaintance of Iris, “Hello, you’re staying at the Carlton-Hawes manor aren’t you? I’m.