I was at the Empire cinema in Huddersfield (Jan 16). It went like this - 1. A lovely guy made me lie back so that he could spend 10 minutes completel... opening up my pussy2. I met another lovely guy and sat chatting to him on the back row of the rear cinema.3. Another came up for me to suck off, then carried on chatting to my friend4. We went into the main cinema to watch the stripper, who was actually very good and sexy5. The stripper put her head under my skirt and had a good feel, in front. I wondered what was going on at home. I patted the camera in my bag, satisfied. Perfect.Time: 5PMI rang the bell and she welcomed me with our usual kiss. She did taste different. Was it my imagination? I fixed us some tea and I watched Ashley as she curled up in the sofa with just her negligee on. Was that a slight moan that escaped her lips when she brought her knees to her breasts? She’d never been in that much pain before. I frowned, but despite my suspicions, the sight of her velvety heaven. Jeff reminded me so much of his late father when he was also 18 it was downright scary. When I saw him in the morning, his dad immediately came to mind. Some memories were more painful than others. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled his sweat when he'd been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his father invariably tormented me.Jeff Senior and I enjoyed a wonderful sex life, full of passion and unbridled lust right up until the day he died. I naturally missed having my. Two things prevented me from realising these dreams; the first was that I was an absolutely abysmal sportsman, the second was that I was completely tone deaf!Neither of these facts altered the talents that I kept so well hidden from the world, hidden within the realms of my fantasies. In my own mind I would see myself running with the ball to clinch that vital touchdown, clinching victory in the last few seconds. To that inner realm within my deeper self I would feel my fingers flying across.