She could already feel how aroused she was at the thought of punishing him once more and also, by the sex that would follow afterwards. She smiled and...shuffled around on the cold leather as she felt the dampness beginning to grow in her knickers.A car pulled up outside Wendy Taylor’s house just after 6.10pm and Peter listened as the engine was turned off before two doors were closed noisily. A few moments later he could hear voices approaching Wendy’s front door before the doorbell chimed. His superbly athletic body had been able to jump aside as the car stopped and an elderly man with a shock of white hair and a full carefully combed white moustache stepped out on the pavement. He was clad in a fashionable tweed coat and flat cap. ‘Are you all right my Dear Chap?’ he asked. Hawk spoke,’ Well for a man that almost got his number come up I am doing well Sir.’ ‘Sorry about that my Lad but I slipped on some water on the road. Your American aren’t you?’ the man asked, it seemed to. I also use to sleep on the floor. Since there's been not a big house we all use to sleep in the same room, with me & aunt on floor & uncle on bed. That use to be the most wonderful hrs for when me and sharing the same floor. I sometimes try get near to aunt without awakening her and reach her boobs and slowly try to press them taking care that she is not awake this use to a daily routine of my at night, but one when pressing her boobs she just caught her hand over mine and slowly moved mine. I don’t understand him. I tried watching one of these plays once, but I couldn’t stand it. It didn’t make any sense. I don’t know why they do these plays.”“They’re classics!” I defend. “They’re beautiful.”“Well, if they’re so good, why don’t they do them in English?”“It IS English. It’s just four hundred years old. That’s the problem.”“Do you understand this?”I nod. “Mostly. Sometimes.”“You know this story?”“Uh-huh. I read it in high school. Loved it.” I look at him. “Do you want to know what.