So I simply smiled at his comment, and he acknowledged my acceptance to his use of the work, 'Fucking'.We sat in silence for another minute or so and ...hat seemed to wear his patience, as his need for service showed, 'Excuse me', he shouted to the girl behind the bar, now in heavy conversation with the man over the bar.She looked at us, murmured something under her breath to the guy sucking on his beer, and made her down to us.She was shortish with a big ass and extremely short black skirt on,. Though it wasn’t very much – in fact, it was just about zero. From realising I was only interested in solo-sex in the early 60s (not that I had other options even if I wanted them) up to the late 80s, I was shielded from more or less anything apart from what I saw in my magazines, and lucky views I got. I was more than satisfied with that – from the early 60s I got a lot of satisfaction watching girls from my window and rubbing into ecstasy. Getting a prolonged view of a girl’s knickers or. I couldn't take my eyes off her as her nightie had ridden up her leg revealing most of her thigh. Pale with a few freckles it looked smooth and ready to be investigated by me.I glanced up and saw she was looking at me with that alluring smile of hers. I quickly looked elsewhere hoping not to have been caught. She continued talking about her day and how she was going to enjoy seeing old friends and family.My eyes begin to wander back down her body starting with her sleek neck, past the thin. "Well Sophie gest home at 4, she can be here with the builder." My dad looked at me and smiled. "Ok well as long as you don't have anything on after school. No Netball?" My mum asked "No thats fine. I'll be here. I'm gonna go have a shower now. Thanks for dinner mum." I smiled at my parents, cleared my plate and went upstairs to get ready for bed.I had a stressful day, studying for exams and finishing work, I had never been one to stick to deadlines and always found school would end up.