Soon we were driving into Swindon and Tania indicated to pull over into a lay-by. She beckoned me into her car. “Its not far now, it’s around the ...ack of the football stadium”. I was really nervous now, as I knew what was planned. We had often talked about me standing on a street corner and being propositioned by a punter.We drove down a couple of narrow streets lined with working class terraced houses. It was now about 9.00 and getting quite dark. Suddenly we spotted a couple of girls working.. “I amazed about something with you” she said.“What’s that?” I asked, worried what she was going to say.“For someone who is a professional photographer, I thought you’d know more about how it’s made. Dick does, but he shoots the stills for it” I looked at her shocked! Dick, the guy who ran the class I helped teach had never told me anything about this!!!!! “Didn’t you know babe?” she asked, quizzically.“I had an idea he did something a bit ‘murky’ with photography up in London, but I didn’t know. I sighed out loud again, and then followed my sister downstairs. It was a pretty normal evening, my walking in on my step-sister mostly forgotten. I was now back in my room, getting ready to use the shower. I took a pair of boxers and a towel, went into the bathroom, stripped, then tried relaxing the tension of pretending that I didn’t see my step-sister fuck herself earlier today. It was no use. Again, with the image and remembrance of my step-sister’s cries of ecstasy, I came all over the. Johnny’s strong hand grabbed my arm, then my waist to stop me from falling. It worked; I remained on my feet but only because Johnny had pulled me tightly into his chest and wrapped his arms around me to keep me from slipping back down into the mud.For a moment we froze, chest to chest, face to face, hip to hip. His strong arms were around my torso, standing completely still, my body motionless in his arms for what seemed an eternity.And then, without warning, his mouth was suddenly on mine,.