I open my front door and let her in. She then makes a joke about asking where the bedroom is the first time you enter someones house. (That's confirma...ion for me lol) We make out some more and make our way upstairs to my room. I take of her shirt and and start to take of her bra. At this point I am rock hard. Ready to pummel this woman. She then stops me and embarrassingly asks to clean up first. I am so impatient at this point and I already have most of my clothes off. She asks "don't you want. ”“Did you ever do it with a girl?”That was easy, I wasn’t even shy when I answered yes. “Who? And before you say, I answered a three part question, now you have to.”“Angel. She and me did it sometimes before she moved away.”“I remember her, she was pretty. Second part, how many times?”“I don’t know, I didn’t’ count but it was maybe twenty or more times. We did it for two months when we could get alone.” “Part three, is she the only one?”“Yeah, I can’t seem to get Margie hot enough yet.” Margie. The guy on the bike, after watching us for a few minutes looked around and downed his Lycra shorts and, still on his bike, started wanking while watching us, I have to say he had a huge cock and if he hadn't spunked so quickly I'm sure Sandra would have taken him, although she'd never intimated that she did want another cock. We had quite a few near misses, which included a jogger watching me cum, a girl on a horse and a farmer who got out of his combine harvester to watch as I fucked her up. Little did he know Andrea was already making plans to change that, although when Andrea had been in France at her daughter's she had informed Jay, that when her son entered the Army in June aged 18, she would be free to come and set up home together.Now it appears that after all the family hassle in France, Andrea had planned to move that schedule forward and be in Jay's home within three months. Andrea was scared by this sudden feeling of bravery for she had never felt this strongly about.