‘It is highly likely. My son is on the board of Governors and had asked me to attend some sort of meeting.’ ‘Well if its acceptable Ma’am I wa...s hoping to take a quick trip to Heartstown and see my mother. Its only a few miles away. I will leave the number in case of an emergency.’ ‘I know perfectly well where Heartstown is William. I also know exactly where your mother lives.’ Williams mother was Julia, Irene’s daughter. A strange girl, so quiet, so diligent in everything she did. Never did. Smiling she laughs and says yep, it's cum alright.After a while I asked to use the bathroom. Steve said he'd show me so we got up. Everyone made more jokes about a guy and a gurl going to the bathroom only meant one thing.Laughing, I followed Steve.In all honesty it would have been difficult to find without help. The house is rather large. I stepped in the bathroom and closed the door, not tight mind you in case Steve wanted round two.I hiked up my minidress and sat down. I tucked the short tip. He wasn't into the high-class call girls, rather he liked the girlswho dressed and acted very slutty. He knew many of them were professionalsnot because of the money; rather it was for the sex. That suited him fine.The night went slowly. He picked up a few good stories for adaptation thatwould fill his quota for the week, but nothing on his main story. He wasabout to give up for the night when he decided to see a certain hotelbartender.Joe arrived at the bar around 3:00 AM. It was empty except. She was a very sensual - and sexual woman - and, when I told her I wrote erotic stories, she readily told me this story, which I have reproduced as precisely as I can remember it. Nowadays, she is a very classy 'thirty-something', with long dark hair, nice tits, a great ass and long shapely legs, and I count myself very privileged to have been allowed to share her bed for one glorious summer in the south of England, while she was waiting to follow her husband to South Africa.So here is her.