.........must be the drink, but who cares!!!!We leave the bar and pop to Anne Summers on the high street - we purchase a vibrating love egg and 8 inch...silver tipped vibrator.Carrying our purchases and both extremely excited by what we are about to do we pop into Marks and Spencer's next door......my cock is hard at the thought of what we thinking of doing. We go into the changing rooms with some clothes we picked up from the shelves and whilst the attendants back is turned sneak into the same. We discussed what could possibly happen and decided that if, or when, an opportunity arose, she should take it, although we agreed that if, for example, she was chatted up in a club then she should just hand over her number and tell the guy to text her a little while later, so she could arrange whatever she wanted without her friends becoming suspicious; the last thing we wanted was our private sex life becoming public knowledge.The Friday arrived and Kat spent ages makes herself perfect. I was. I hear "Are you okay?" My front door was open and this old guy is standing there, having the view of his life, and my jaw just dropped open, before I realized I was still moving this clit vibrator along my clitoris.I was standing with one leg on the floor, and the other bent under me, in a semi squatting position, close to orgasm. He came into the room and closed my door behind him, 'Can I help you', he asked, watching as the brass ball on the bedstead , plopped from my pussy, covered in my. "I didn't mean to upset you, baby," he said as his hands moved softly over her hair. "But I really don't think that you're being fair to either of us. You've got these puritanical attitudes left over from the seventeenth century, but they just don't go with your twentieth-century mind, or your twentieth-century body."He took her in his arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth. As they kissed, Karen felt herself softening. She allowed her body to go limp, and let herself be supported by the.