Maybe Jan had been to the same posh school. They were about the same age. “Was your school Wycombe Abbey?” I asked Jan.“Why do you ask?”“One... of my ex-girlfriends, Amber Harrison, used to circle her thumb in my hand like that. I was just wondering...”“Yes, Amber was in my boarding house on Marlow Hill until she was expelled for sneaking a town boy in one evening. She was the house slut. She lost her cherry when she was only fourteen. You know what that means with my thumb and your palm, then?. I looked at him smiled and knelt down to pick up his soap, as I looked up his cock was now erect and just inches from my face. With out thinking I opened my mouth and captured his cock head in my lips, he jumped from the unexpected assault but recovered quickly. Grabbing my head in both his hands he fucked my mouth gently barely going far enough in to make me gag. He pushed my head away slowly I raised up and moved between him and the shower wall quickly he moved behind me and slowly entered. I asked my trusted batizah and he agreed. He drove us home. We spoke about generic stuff on the journey home. As we arrived at my house, I invited him up for some tea so he could help me bring some of my stuff up as my daughter had fallen asleep and I would have to carry her upstairs. He helped me up and was waiting in the living room. I had brought in tea for him and sat next to him. We spoke and he started complimenting me on my dress and make up. I was getting slightly turned on, the thought. Time flew & with dishes done, lighting set, music playing, & wardrobe chosen (tight black boxers and a red button up shirt), & freshly bathed, he settled onto the couch. It was 5 to 9. Closing his eyes, breathing slowly n deeply, he waited. Getting into where he was and what he was hopefully about to do. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon, a jeep slowly drove up and parked right across the street. A lone figure got out, walked to the sidewalk in front, up his front walk, and stood in front of.