We both knew, even then what he was doing as he watched and encouraged us, we had shared magazine we had found with explicit photographs of people doi...ng it, and watching this old man stroke his as we played, added laughter and excitement we both felt down there between our nubile legs, as we skimmed through the water it was like it was years later, holding ourselves under the running tap water, rubbing and varying the tap pressure by turning it on and off, as we took turns to encourage our. After the goodnights, hugs and assurances I set off home on foot, cutting through the park behind the new houses, glad I’d worn moderate heels. But I hadn’t gone a quarter of a mile before someone approached me out of the darkness and spoke. It was Laura.- - - - - - - -She didn’t accuse me of anything. Indeed, she apologised for accosting me. She’d noticed me running out of the restaurant during dinner so she was glad to see I was well enough to walk. “It’s so worrying when someone’s taken ill. I used to think Happy was a shrewish prude, but after I molested her in the middle of her husband's church service, I discovered she was an adventuresome whore. Her husband didn't perform his marital duties that often, and Happy had long ago discovered a few men, and one woman, who were more than willing to fill in behind the good reverend's back.At thirty-one, Happy still had the body of a woman in her twenties, her tits were still firm and round, her body still soft and curvy. Franny. As they walked, Bubba grumbled, “Mr. Roberts says I’m not allowed to damage the goods. That’s half the fun! Well, a promise is a promise. We can have fun without spoiling you too much. Come on inside so I can check you out closer. Never rode a foreign compact before. Hope you’re good. You won’t like it if I’m not happy.”Cristina’s spirits sank as she realized that Bubba was really not a nice person.He pushed her inside his porch, grabbed her hair and made her walk backwards to his basement.