I would hang around the place most weekends, and I quickly realised who were the regulars looking for a little sexual gratification. One Sunday, on a ...itterly cold January afternoon, I noticed one of the usual suspects hanging around the toilet block. He was a short guy, chubby, balding and somewhere between his late 50's and early 60's. I had observed him as I sat in my car, watching the block. As he furtively looked around before he slipped into the building, I decided to go inside and see if. Rather than going straight to her friend's pouting labia she diverted to one side and ran her tongue down the outside of her bulging sex along the join with her inner thigh. Her head blocked my view a little but I moved so I could see how she tracked her wet tongue below Stella's sex, across her plump buttocks and back up the other side of her sex. However, in doing so she got a sudden new taste, that of Stella's own juice as it mixed with mine. This must have been one temptation too much for. It wasn’t that which determined her future life, however much Polly Tarantella emphasises the parallels between events in Marianne’s life before Crystal was born and events in Crystal’s life when she became a professional musician. These few precious moments with Crystal that Polly makes such a big deal of are even more precious now than they seemed at the time. For most of the time between our two gigs at the Penitence Club, Crystal was nowhere to be found. And neither was Judy. I admit. Zoe said, pointing at the switches, “Grandma even cut these for me to use on you Grandpa.” Again Grandpa blushed, the said quietly, “Well she did ask to spank me and I said no. Then she suggested you spank me Zoe, and I said maybe you do spank your parents but only when they are naughty, not just because you want to.” “ Exactly Grandpa, which is why I won’t be spanking you.” Zoe glared at her Grandma, and the others turned to stare at her as well. She bit her lip to stop it trembling but.