Charlene had married a man, who, despite being very sweet and supportive was absolutely crap in bed. She sometimes doubted whether he actually fancied...her, but stayed with him because, she felt that he was good in all other ways, after all, she thought, sex wasn't everything.Sylvia was a bit of a wall flower and had never had a boyfriend, despite now being in her thirties.Away from home, the girls were having a great time. Exploring Amsterdam and all it's delights. One evening they decided to. Hazel suddenly moved back as he started to moan, he took her by complete surprise. She knew it was now or never, she just had bring him out of his trance.“Dad, can I help?” she held him by the shoulder shaking him gently.Wally abruptly pushed his dressing gown a crossed his lap thinking that Hazel was behind him. Needless to say, he was knocked for six when he opened his eyes finding her standing beside him. Wally looked down at his cock, it was now starting to wilt somewhat and he then looked. My imagination gave him the face of my ex-boyfriend and that’s still a little too tender. Next image. My friend Amy, teasing my clit with her nose and looking up at me with mischievous eyes, her tongue poised at the entrance to my pussy. Shit! No! I can’t imagine Amy! How will I look her in the eye, again? My fingertip continues circling, slowly. Around and around my sensitive clit, my body shuddering in response. I moan again and give up trying to form any images and simply submit to the. He looked at the landlord. He feigned a cough, the misunderstanding forcing him to reach for his wallet. After fumbling nervously with the contents of his wallet and handing the landlord a single one pound note he quickly drained the glass. “Just what I needed after a long drive,” he smiled, placing the empty glass on the counter. In the ensuing silence, broken occasionally by the landlord muttering at the TV, they talked briefly, mainly trivia and golf, the recent bad weather and more golf. .