We approached him, “Hi Robin” “Hi Donna, Allison” we made some small talk and then I said, “Are you doing anything on Saturday” “Not rea...ly, why?” “Do you fancy coming to my house with us two” he nodded, and we arranged to meet outside the Post Office in town, where everyone used to meet. As we walked away, I said, “It’s fine Alli my mom and him won’t be in, and I’m going to get you laid”.10:30 Saturday morning I met Allison off her bus, she looked beautiful, her hair danced on her shoulders as. ‘What do you think of them?’ I asked. He sat there a bit stunned. I sat down on his lap with my legs apart. I took his hand. ‘Do you want me?’ I asked. ‘Do you want to taste me?’ I asked ‘Do you want to smell me?’ I asked. ‘Yes’ he answered to all. Then I moved his hand down to my sweet spot and placed it right at the door. ‘Pet my pussy.’ I commanded. He did so softly. ‘God you’re wet’ he said. Apparently the squishy feeling was close to the truth. ‘It’s all for you sweetie’ I. I was helping a little girl spread butter on her bread when Roland came into the dining room carrying a tray with two bowls of soup and a half loaf of bread."It's time to take a break, Sammy," he said, motioning to one of the tables.I sat across the table and watched him slice the bread. We ate the soup and bread for a few minutes before he spoke. "I heard you attended Cromwell. I'm a Dearborn man myself."This was a surprise. I couldn't picture him wearing a uniform and conforming to the strict. ” “Shhh! It’s ok. Please...” Amazed and confused, I began to massage her soft, young pudenda through the gusset of her tight swimming costume; like a clumsy teenager on a first date, but with an adult’s more experienced touch. Something within told me this wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing but the champagne was doing its job and Hannah’s undoubted willingness kept my misgivings to the back of my mind. As I explored the contours of her vulva beneath the tight-fitting material, I felt her.