She was wearing some exotic perfume that intrigued him."Is this ok?" she whispered.Peter nodded; he was more than a little confused. The feel of Mila...swarm soft body clad in her negligee felt good against his bare flesh,Peter only wore his briefs to bed. Mila nuzzled his neck and wrapped aleg over his; he could feel that she was wearing nylons. Her newbreasts pressing into his back were both comforting and arousing.'Who wore nylons to bed?' he was thinking.He turned to face her and saw that. I do, sometimes,like a fairly slender cucumber that’s been warmed through in the oven. But cock is rare. I had one tiny one but I was steaming d***k and I had a much larger one but it wasn’t for very long at all. My arse is now available for. what’s left of, 24 hours to two middle aged, gay men. There’s going to be tongues, fingers and, probably a lot of, cock. I haven’t thought of anything else. I don’t see why anyone would waste time using a dildo or ‘twigs’ on me when they have about 18. Once again she placed my hand on her breast, squeezing my fingers harder on her nipple. Her other hand was skillfully undoing the buttons on my blouse, slipping up my bra to touch my nipple. I could scarcely breathe, desperate to keep my eyes open and see her, but they kept closing to kiss her deeper. Just as suddenly, she took a step back to look at me. I was aware of having one bare breast, one with the bra cup just barely hanging on, a little raspberry juice on my chin. All I knew was I. I'm certainly not going to cause any trouble, we're not going to make it at all obvious - which is why I wanted you to take my letters - and their landlady pretty much leaves them alone." Well, the best of luck with that!"We had time for a second mug of tea, and another iced bun each, before the three girls finally arrived. They all kissed both of us, and I ordered them tea and a bun.Poor Malcolm was sandwiched between Julie and Sian on the bench seat, with Vee and I on chairs the other side of.