"Have you booked that Hotel again?" Yes Len I have." Well it's a waste of your money. You know we have an arrangement for something special." Len! If ...you think I have forgotten that you don't know me very well." I didn't really think you would forget. I just wanted to know that it was as important to you as it is to me." Don't worry, Len. It is very important to me."I had taken the same train as before, but arrived at Len's flat a little later. British Rail could be relied upon to manage some. Meanwhile, he was fingering (that wiggleagain) my arsehole with some lubricant (by the end of the session I was using his description, and calling it my "pussy"). One, two, then three fingersentered my pussy to their full length, stroking in and out and round and roundto prepare me for my first fucking, always momentous for a "girl" as I was beginning to think of myself. Its funny how fingers up your pussy can changeyour . "Thank you!"She grabbed her purse and headed out.Once out on the streets, Rose picked up her pace and passed a few homeless men sitting near the Salvation Army. The streets were dark, so Rose pulled out a tiny flashlight that was given to her by her uncle which she carried on her key chain.The cold air was making her shiver. She wished she could have worn pants to church instead of her yellow flower dress. She kept walking. She finally came to an opened field, which was usually a short cut to. I crossed my legs adjusted my skirt. Bob "you always dress so sexy slut" as he laughed. the straps of my red 6 strap garter-belt and the stocking tops were showing. The sofa and 2 arm chairs across from me were filled with others. All were looking and I smiled back at them, uncrossed my legs giving them a peak at me black satin panties and a smile.Everyone chatting laughing enjoying themselves. Bob saw a friend and went to speak to him. Instantly a younger guy (in his.mid 20's) sat next to me..