’ ‘But I think perhaps you should be bothered Mrs Bunce,’ persisted Pete, ‘Because it’s not a chest of drawers, it’s a campaign chest, at... least I think it is.’ ‘What’s a campaign chest, and why should this be one?’ ‘Well Mrs Bunce, campaign chests were very popular for officers in the British Army, in fact most armies a hundred and fifty years ago. They served as a piece of furniture that the officers could also use as trunks when they travelled, overseas or on campaign, that’s why they’ve got. I picked up the phone and dialled Tim’s mum. “Hi, Mrs J … Yes, Tim is fine … He left me alone to do the cleaning and I think he’ll be tidy as you asked him … So, you relax, Mrs J and I’ll take care of your son.”I then phoned Lucy. “Hi, Lucy … Yeah, the boy is no trouble at all … I showed him the magazine although didn’t tell him I found it a week ago. Anyway, I took it from there. He was easy … He’s upstairs now and I think he is masturbating just as you said he would … I’ll go up soon and. It was all innocent fun. It was a subject for movies on the computer.What was the harm? She loved it and it was evident he was happy too.She resisted the urge to grab his head and push it into her wet cunt. She wanted him to explore slowly and drive her to orgasm. This time multiple orgasms. He was seemingly teasing her. He had a good memory of the smell and the taste of her sweet mound. Of her virgin cunt lips.This time Jen would not interrupt them to go to church.This time her mind was filled. ’ I thought I was going to pop there and then, her hands were firm but smooth taking particular care around my shaft. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure indicating that I wasn't going to last long if she kept this up. I was hoping that Lyn was going to finish me off with her hands because my moans got longer as the speed of her strokes increased, but she suddenly stopped, looked around muttered 'Shit, no tissues’ and after a short pause there was another mutter of 'Fuck it’, she whipped.