I'm a 24 year old male from Scotland and I've recently been meeting like minded matures for passionate, no strings attached sex. It all started when I...attended my friends birthday party in November. I was chatting to his mum and auntie about careers and holidays for a long while having a few beers and vodkas. The auntie left, and it was at this point the game changed. His mum automatically placed her hand on my trousers and started to slowly rub my bulge. Her face drew closer to mine when she. “Bobby, this isn’t me.” I looked closely as if trying to see the resemblance. “She is too young and a little thinner than me.”He looked at me with confusion. When he reached for the phone, I held it out of his reach. “Ok, Mrs. Williams,” he challenged, “There is a way you can prove it.”“And how would we do that, Bobby?” I asked in a frustrated tone.“The lady in the picture has a birthmark on her left hip,” he said, “Show me your hip, and we can see.”“I’m wearing a dress, Bobby.“So,” he. After a quick look to make sure my parents hadn’t spotted anything, I crept in after him. There was nothing in the tent – just Jim and a lot of soft sand – oh, and a travelling rug. Of course, as soon as I was inside, he kissed me, then he told me he had put the tent up deliberately there because he knew it was where we sat.’ ‘We had to keep our voices down, because we were only about two yards away from my Mum and Dad, but, of course, that added to the thrill – as he well knew it would – and. I boldly stepped forward, my hand extended again, I spoke quickly, and firmly, and as calmly as I could manage."Mr. Walters, hello, I hope you got the details from Mr. Jenkins. I hope we can finish this quickly, my boss is under a little pressure right now."My business-like attitude, I hoped, would settle things for him. He seemed to realise I was making the effort, he followed my lead."Miss du Bois, could you come into my office? I have the paperwork there."That was exactly what I wanted. I.