One chap said he'd heard about a gay pub in Walsall and why didn't we go there, just for a laugh. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So w... all went to this pub, it was called the 'Fountain' and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week before. Standing at the door I could see a few women and girls sitting talking to each other, and men at the. There were some of the men that she wanted to spend one on one time with, like Matt the sexy muscular hunk that got her shaking and dripping wet whenever she saw him. But, he would have to wait. She wanted her first night of freedom to be wild and simply pure filth. The ones she would pick would be the ones that she’d happily let share the time with others. Inviting the first was the hardest, but with each phone call, it got easier. Her anticipation grew with each acceptance, as did the damp. He broke off the kiss, sat up, looked down and lifted the bottom of the jersey. I could see his eyes widening the more he lifted it, pulling it up higher and higher until it was just above my breasts. His mouth fell open. For there I was sat wearing a black velvet and lace babydoll which I'd hidden under the shirt. Aiden's eyes rapidly moved around exploring every inch of my body. The lace clung to my slender figure hugging my curves whilst the velvet cups across the bust supported and showed. M simply fading into the clear air around him. John shut his eyes again and tried to make sense of what he had been thinking. After all, people can’t just dematerialize in front of you. **** The next morning Dr. M went to see the head of his department. The meeting was not entirely successful. The advice he had received was that he could do one of two things. He could either try to convince John that the math he had been using wasn’t useable in such a dimension and that he should try a.