“Keep them” she said, I was a very happy man.“Put them on” she suggested, “I want to see you in them” well who was I to refuse that reques...t. They were small but as my dick was now limp I got them on, everything seemed in place and the feel of her damp gusset against my balls told me that it wouldn’t stay limp for long. She looked at me standing there in her tight white thong, “Turn round?” she asked so I did, I knew the thong was right up my butt crack, I bent down and felt her finger run up my. We were both about 13, and he had grown up into what I thought was a very, very good looking guy. Tall dark Mediterranean features, long well muscled legs and just enough of a bulge in his pants to make me sure he had half an erection.“Have you ever seen any real pornographic magazines”, I asked. “Yeah, I’ve seen my dad’s playboys”, he said.“No, I mean fucking and everything you can think of”, I replied.“Really, have you got some? Where are they? Can I come and see them?” he asked.We arranged. We walked through four more houses. It was 2 pm when Eric called. He was out of the country on business and he was eight hours ahead of us. Monica put me on speaker phone and we discussed some of the houses. We still hadn't found the perfect one. After talking houses, Monica turned off speaker phone and I let them talk in private inside my car while I locked up the house.I tried my best not to notice but Monica seemed agitated about something. Then she hung up and got out. I wanted to ask but. Have a word with Dale and fix a time for us to go round. Best if it's out of shop hours. I'll offer a good price, but don't build up his expectations. The Loyd Larchers are promising. You seldom see his political novel about the population explosion, So Very Many More, Not So Many Less, for sale. Most of the list, though, are not what you would call rare books ... difficult to know what they'd fetch.'We fixed up an evening for the three of us to go to the house in Jeremy's van. The passenger.