’ He smiled. ‘Thanks a lot, doc.’ He grinned, patted my shoulder. ‘You played a damn good game.’ ‘Nice line, wasn’t it?’ ‘Theirs or ...urs?’ he giggled.’ ‘Why the hell do you think I’m here?’ ‘You played a good game,’ he said. ‘Good?’ I said. ‘With that line, it was pure crap!’ He patted my shoulder again, giggled and went out. I took a nap. When I woke up, Miss Derry was standing beside my bed, getting ready to stick a thermometer into my mouth. Before she stuck it in I said, ‘What’re you doing. In his night dreams, he'd been with Summer, Celia, and a couple of his daughters/daughter-in-laws in his sexy erotic dreams. Philip had gradually gathered such an amazing bevy of lovers that it was amazing that his brain could keep all the beautiful women he was actively fucking straight.Philip woke up with a hardon that needed to be taken care of. He'd been getting hornier every week even though his sexual activity had gradually been increasing and he was fucking more and more pussy. Philip. I slid in easily, she gasped as I started to fuck her and it was enough to push her over the edge and she came in my first few strokes. I was also very excited and only managed a few minutes before I added my load to her full pussy. We both played with her wet pussy rubbing her clit and finger fucking her until she came again, then he went down and started licking her. I lay back watching and wanking my soft cock, it wasn’t long before I was stiffening up again.With my cock hard again I turned. The 1960s in Britain was a repressive era, although the first refreshing winds of change came in 1967 - five years after the Cuban Missile Crisis - with the official decrimilisation of homosexualaity. Even though I was only eighteen, I remember both momentous events vividly, hoping that my first sexual experience would be with another male.The 'black sheep' of the family (my mother's brother) was Uncle Guy. Back then, I didn't pick up the overt camp signals, such as the pink silk pocket.