Looking at herself in the mirror, Alexa became aroused. She ran her fingers through the light patch of pussy hair that was only a shade darker than th... hair on her head. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible since they were engorged and ached to be rubbed. She let her hand drift between her legs and gently massaged her moist pussy. She reached for her favorite hair brush and slowly massaged the handle along her cunt. She slid the handle inside herself. It felt so good that she started. At school, my friend Ronnie used to try to put his hand down my trousers on the school bus. At the time I fought him off, but as I've aged I think back and wonder why. As was usual for people in the sixties and seventies I grew into heterosexual relationships, got married and had children. None of which I regret; I love my family dearly but I have often wondered how it might have been different.As I got near to being fifty that curiosity grew; the sensations created by that skinny schoolboy. He's proper screwed but he's got shacked up again with some bird he used to knock about with so he's 'appy at the moment."Charlotte gave a grin and then recounted her weekend in graphic and worrying detail. She got exceedingly more explicit, watching Oliver squirm with embarrassment as she told him about her three one-night stands and then the lewd activities the big girl had done in the local nightclub and her own flat.Oliver shifted uncomfortably in the seat and listened; he would give. It's torture for me too. You do understand, don't you, why getting to know each other, 'really well' is important to me?"I didn't understand at all but I told her that I did. How much better did we need to know each other? She must know that I'm not getting much sleep on Tuesday and Thursday nights. Every time she touches me, and she touches me often, it makes every nerve ending in my body jump. I try to anticipate her touches but it doesn't work. A mere glance from her keeps me on edge for.