Very much... since we are friends." She knew he would have liked hearing what she had said."Thank you, Lucy," said Harry and lowered himself on her."Y...es, come sir... bring your bulging manhood against my thong... come sir... please be friendly to me, sir." Sexually aroused, Lucy was saying things she wouldn't normally say. Also she felt bolder without Helen around.Harry held her by the hips and pressed his shorts covered cock right against the visible small narrow thong under which was Lucy's. I knew exactly what he was suggesting, and while my first instinct was to reject the idea, what choice did I really have? “What do you have in mind?”“To start with”, he said, “come over here and stroke my cock while you tell me the whole story about how you and ‘Ben’ got started.”So, I climbed the stairs to the step he was sitting on with his pants down, and his (rather impressive) cock sticking straight up in the air, and began stroking my son’s dick. As I pumped his cock, I told him the. As she pushed past me I slipped my arm around her waist and steadied her off the train and walked with her as we made our way out of the station.'You Ok'? I was a little concerned at her demeanor. She looked at me, then her face broke into a huge smile, 'I fucking did it', she babbled excitedly, then she stopped and faced me, 'up my fucking arse too', her excitement spilling over to me, 'In the deep end' I said, implying that taking it up the bum was the penultimate shag a girl could offer, and. “Here Col, there’s a couple of coppers outside, they’re saying they have to talk to you and you’re going to have to go with them,” another man says, poking his head through the doorway.“Fuckin’ hell, she’s got you strippers.” Alan says still laughing.“Don’t think their strippers Col, not unless your missis thinks you’re a secret shirt lifter, besides, they ain’t in uniforms.”Colin is no longer laughing, feeling concerned he makes his way to the factory entrance, Alan begins relating the tale of.