Maybe she trimmed it I don't know but my cock was now the hardest it had ever been. But as she held me, I could smell her perfume and her pussy. Once ...o the bed, she let go of me and asked me if she turned me on and spun around. I grabbed her to keep her from falling over. She had a nice set of small tits, a beautiful pussy, nice hips and tan lines. She had a very hot body for her age. I told her so and that is when she reached for cock. She smiled real big and said that she likes young hard. My fingers shot back between my legs and into my empty pussy. The confusion of sensations as my body was fucked with my pussy empty was scrumptious. And was Peter fucking my ass - his cock was sawing in and out of my bum as my slippery fingers circled my throbbing clit. It was so slippery that the sensations were numbed but the frustration simply added to the fun. Peter’s hands were on my hips, fighting with the same slippery problem. I was over-lubed, so slippery that we were both fighting. I took the underground to the nearest station then walked the fifteen minute walk to,our house. Chris, Old Renault was parked outside so I knew she,d come back from her mate Georgie,s earlier than I expected. I let myself in with my house key to find the down stairs all in darkness but lights on on the second floor so assumed Sarah and Chris were getting ready for bed. The stair carper silenced my foot falls as I ascended them and I entered the bath room as I badly needed a piss! After I. I’d prefer you to Viv. You’re more my type.”It took several seconds for Adrian’s remark to sink in.“You mean ... But you...”. I stammered.“What you’re trying to say, Bob, is that I don’t look queer? We don’t all go around with flowers in our hair and talk in high pitched voices.”“Yes, of course Adrian. Sorry no offence intended mate.”“None taken. It is just as well that I look straight. I still live at home with my parents. I will probably emerge from the proverbial closet one day, but I’m not.