To stunned to speak probably, at this point but what would he feel when he got over that? Anger, frustration, what? I couldn't imagine. It was a weird... world out there and us old fogies, where finding it harder to cope. Our parents only had to put up with florescent hair, tattoos or at worst a tongue piercing. Okay, they thought that was weird in itself.Mike motioned to Margo and they went into their room. I thought that they would probably let her get dressed. I imagined that the four walls of. She quickly pulled off her shorts and panties and undressed me. I told her get down on her hands and knees which she did immediately. I ran my hands over her back and arse, she arched in anticipation. Spreading her cheeks I plunged my tounge deep into her arse, thrusting my tounge in and out. My hands rubbed her arse cheeks, she was pushing back against me wanting my tounge deeper into her arse. I stopped licking and slapped her arse. I continued to slap her arse as she moaned in pleasure until. What else is there to do when you meet someone for the first time but to strike up conversation and slowly wade your fingertips in the in the water of their personality. Her smile and her laugh were chords of joy played upon my heart but the melody was the song with a voice that made angels cry in jubilation. Before dawn could rob the stars of their glory, a part of me was taken and freely given in the breath of a moment. By the light of day I had meant to replace the night’s fancy with the. This year it was the lake district, 300 plus miles away. All roads at the time heavily used and all Just A class roads of course, no motorways then, sleeping overnight, at the end of a long day, in a lay-bye near Derby. 195 miles over these old roads, in a van with a top speed of perhaps 50mph, those dizzy speeds only hit occasionally, and heavy traffic through towns ensured that the early start and late finish were hard going. Dad and the boy took to the trees for a last pee before turning in,.