Don't hate me for having a little bit of fun!" Then she whispered in my ear, "Hate me later for making you beg for as long as I'm going to." She stuck...her tongue in my ear, licked it, and then bit me before kneeling back down on the pillow as I desperately fought the urge to groan."Now, where were we? Oh, yes..." and she resumed the upward strokes.I started to count them because I was curious and also because I thought that maybe some mental activity would help curb my moaning. And Mum, a tall blonde woman who looked after her figure, tended to wearminiskirts and get wolf whistled and have lewd sexual comments shoutedat her whenever she passed a building site.I started to notice this as I would be with her at the time.Despite my attitude to women (at the time I did not see it but as Ithink back on my upbringing I was what women call a male chauvinistsexist pig) I resented builders wolf whistling at my mum. Probablybecause this was my mother, the one woman who I could. "Why don't you go and sit in the sun", he said. "I'll put up the lounge seat; your just right for a bit of sun for you are very white, put a bit of colour into your tits". Such a statement was totally alien, but his wife wasn't her normal self; what passed through her mind he had no idea but she followed him outside and didn't object as he removed the gown amazed that here she was, totally naked and seemingly ignorant of her whereabouts and surroundings. 'Goodness knows what was in those. They were sitting together and started to talk. She got to know that his name was John Black and he was quite new to town, as his employer had just offered him to lead his own team, although he had to leave all his friends and family behind and start all over new. While they were talking Amy realized that she regularly was staring at the strong arms of John and he seemed to be very interested in her legs and cleavage. After they both had finished their drinks and cakes Amy went to the toilet to.