The path was getting a little overgrown and it was difficult to see if anyone was around. Thinking I could see a figure further along the path I pushe...d through some low hanging trees and almost bumped into a guy coming the other way. The path was narrow and we had to turn to face each other as we passed. He was mid 50’s, bit taller than me and well built. I’d guess he was a married guy, like me and although we certainly both knew what the other was there for, neither of us said anything, and. “The Bijou pledge? What’s that?” asked a puzzled Alice.“We’ll explain that tomorrow after the prep and as you settle you’re your special seat in the back row of the Bijou when the lights go down and it’s so dark no one around you can see what’s going on. That’s all I can say for now, except that you must honor and strictly adhere to the Bijou pledge throughout the afternoon and DO AS YOU’RE TOLD.”“Ummm, can you at least tell me this,” asked a worried Alice, “ Am I going to be made to walk home. The simple act of rubbing her twat was not cutting it.Kristy had always sneaked into her mother's room in the past. It was nothing new for her to grab certain clothes or jewelry. Although her mother was a D-Cup and she was only a B, she liked putting them on and thinking she had breasts like her mother's. She did however share panties when needed. Kristy was looking for something very different this time. She came across it a few months ago when exploring and was shocked that her mother even. “But Tom, we wouldn’t be good for each other,” Katie pleaded. “Do you realize that you’re fifteen years older than my father?”“I’m not trying to be your dad. I just want some intimacy every now and then. You wrote in your blog that you’re fascinated by men’s sexuality and love to do handjobs, so what’s the problem?”“Tom, I’m not looking for an ongoing relationship with someone. As I said, if you tried someone closer to your own age, you would be more successful. I can’t be a substitute for a.