On and on they went, interminable tittle-tattle about some stupid prat of a neighbour that Frank was going to give a good hiding.A part of me kept say...ing to tell him to pack it in, leave her alone, to piss off. But I’d got this massive hard-on, so I didn’t. Eventually, they realised they were starting to make some of the others uncomfortable, so Ruth made some excuse and went through to the kitchen to get a drink. The guys watched as she left the room, all ogling the snatch of her panties where. “Oh God, Roddy, what are you up to?” I asked, as Roddy began to lick and kiss my toes. Soon my tongue found Simon’s penis. I slid back his lovely foreskin, and licked the frenulum, then moved to his lovely ball sack, which I kissed and licked before I moved to his lovely pink asshole, now oozing a bit of Roddy’s spunk, which I avidly licked it up rimming him. Simon squirmed and ran his fingers through my hair, obviously enjoying the attention. Then I remembered the impulse of earlier in the. I started licking her inner thighs with little bites on them slowly moving to her pussy.The moment I spread her legs and started licking that pussy she had sudden goosebumps.I love licking pussy and a quite a pro in it.I licked her pussy, finger fucked her, tongue fucked her and within 10 minutes she came heavy.Now she said that it’s my time to treat you loveWith one hand she held my dick and balls tight over my shorts and with the other she took off my t-shirt.Made me lie on the bed and. The 1960s in Britain was a repressive era, although the first refreshing winds of change came in 1967 - five years after the Cuban Missile Crisis - with the official decrimilisation of homosexualaity. Even though I was only eighteen, I remember both momentous events vividly, hoping that my first sexual experience would be with another male.The 'black sheep' of the family (my mother's brother) was Uncle Guy. Back then, I didn't pick up the overt camp signals, such as the pink silk pocket.