Would you like to touch me there?”“Well, I guess so. Sure, that would be fun.”Georgina let go of my burgeoning, though still quite small, erecti...n. She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, leaving her in a bra that was considerably larger than the training bras she used to wear around the house. “Georgina, you’ve got bigger too.”“Of course I have. I’m almost as big as mom now, and I haven’t stopped growing yet.”As I looked at her I could feel my penis twitching and struggling to get even. It must have triggered something beyond her control because she let out a very loud sexual moan and wrapped her legs tight around him. Mark could feel her legs quivering and knew that Catherine was having a mind-blowing orgasm even though she hated what they were doing to her. The conservative wife had not wanted any of this to happen, but she could not deny the fact that these teenage boys were getting to her in ways she never imagined possible.When Mark got off Catherine and looked into her. Her hand trailed down to her breast, touching the tender skin, making her nipple pucker in response. Her fingers traced the hard rosebud, the water making it slide though her fingers easily. She recalled George’s excitement and rough touch last night. She compared it to Rick’s more gentle and unsure touch. She liked both and could not decide which she really preferred. As he peeped at her in the tub her secret watcher recalled how her lips had felt against his in the cool darkness. They were so. Best man.When Helmut had asked Wernher to be his best man I hadn't realised thiswasn't a German tradition, any more than a diamond engagement ring was.Even given regional variations, both were very unusual for thiscountry. So why were these and other wedding traditions we'd beobserving so, well, English? Ah, that was down to Helmut's grandmother,the formidible Amelia Winstanley. A great beauty in her day, she metHelmut's grandfather Max von Rumstahl when both were students atOxford. They fell.