” A sly smile crossed Maureen’s features as he watched John’s reaction to his wife. She had seen this so many times and it had always heralded a...conflict that he, Maureen, could slide into and use to his own amusement.John stood and watched Gill walk into the room.She was dressed in a long tight skirt and a silk blouse that was cut to show where her breasts met in a deep décolletage. She wore more makeup than John had ever seen her wear and together with the heels and nylons it made her look. Because of her age, seventeen, and for obvious other reasons befitting their lustful desires, Maggie and Max Keele had seen to it that she had been put in the Home.God, she could still hardly believe the deplorably sordid course of events which had placed her on that elevator ascending them upward to the raven-haired superintendent's personal suite... another impregnable den like the Keele private home some five hundred years from the institution. A shudder of cold apprehension rippled over. All this time I would rely on the euphoria achieved when experiencing the climax due to a session of masturbation, it still amazes me, that I can still ejaculate streams of cloudy fluid.We live in an Old Lincolnshire Farmhouse, it is rural, it is remote, it is flat, they talk of 90% sky, we see the same few cars pass the house each day, we know who drives them and as there is only about four further farmhouses along the lane, traffic is very light. The farmhouse was bought when no one wanted. She said since the boys were going fishing, she wanted to have a "Girl's Night" too. I'd never been to a lingerie party before and from the apprehension in my eyes, Amy sensed my hesitation. She put her hand on my forearm and assured me it would be fun. Her and her girlfriends had had a great time at a similar party once before and she said the lingerie was for real women, not those airbrushed stick figures in modeling catalogues. I laughed then and agreed that it sounded like fun. Amy said.