" Believe me, girl, you are a different person." Robin, I promise I never dreamed it’d go this far. Mark just seemed like a great guy who’d been t...rough a lot and I felt sorry for him. All I wanted was to be nice to someone who was alone and a long way from home."Robin snorted. "Well, you're being nice, all right. I don't suppose Johnny knows about any of this?" Oh God, no! He's so insecure it would kill him. But I have told Mark about Johnny and let him know Johnny always comes first."Robin. With his hand once more on my thigh I dismissed the idea with I thought you were watching the football and as we know men are incapable of multitasking. Perhaps when the football was over and I have your full attention I might be amenable to a kiss or two, as my two k**s and Michael were upstairs, my heart was pounding. I needed him to reject my protestations. He looked a little crestfallen, time for positive stroking. Silly boy I said as I ruffled his hair again and went back to my magazine.. It was the 31st of October and we were getting ready for the Guy Fawkes bonfire party on Saturday, which Maggie always held for the local kids in the back field behind the garden centre. The little tradition had started when her daughters were children and Mum would bring Emma and me over after school for the fireworks. There were sausages and baked potatoes and beans to eat and fizzy drinks and every one always had a lot of fun. After the twins got older and went away to boarding school,. He almost fell from his perch on the toilet's seat as I unlatched the door and shifted my legs to make space for him. He clattered into the stall and I shushed him to make less noise. He clicked the latch and turned and his cock was out and hard and thicker and longer than usual. I loosened his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles, reached out and stroked his shaft. It was wooden hard. He unbuttoned his shirt as I had done for his enjoyment and began to skilfully beat me off and my knees.