The 23rd May was agony for Angie. She was so ready for this. She hoped she wouldn’t flunk it at the last moment; she hoped Clara would be all she de...sired and had imagined. And then she found herself on the train, little bag packed, heart thumping. She couldn’t keep the grin from her face. The journey passed in a whirl. Arrival in London, taxi to the Dorchester Hotel, checking in (she was sure the concierge knew what she was doing… she felt so guilty) and then in the lift clutching the key to. Trav was tall, lanky, with a good build and a nice 8.5 incher. He really knew how to work it too. Not only that, but he was just a fun guy to be around and hang out with. I think that all the ladies liked the parties with Travis the best. Sara, went over to him and started chatting with him, just casual chat (her friends didn't know about our lifestyle) at first, which then progressed to flirting. Sara started to get turned on, but couldn't make a move with her friends there. When her friends. Being a good lad I did what I was told. I also needed to use the bathroom so went upstairs first to do just that.The door was only open a tiny bit, and at first I couldn't even make out the fleshy, indefinable shape I was seeing through the small crack where the door was opened. I approached to get a better look, and as I got nearer I saw it was Susan getting changed. Like I said, she was always just aunty Susan to me. But when I looked through the opening in the door my entire world changed.. But what difference did it make? She had been glad to take him; he had been visiting her two or three times a week. He had never offered her money; it would never have occurred to him to do so. Unlike the two occasional men in her life, both in their fifties and glad to give her "presents". She decided to regard him as her secret pleasure, separate from the rest of her life.He was now gently rubbing her cuntlips and she was responding. "A friend! What friend?" she gasped."Well, don't be cross..