She'd come downstairs after dressing and asked me how she looked, I told her she looked like a typical English rose, which she did and she beamed with... pleasure, then lifted her dress and showed me her underwear!The contrast was so bloody sexy, I wanted to cancel the pub but she threatened me with death if I did,"This is just like a date" she said laughingly, "And I'm going to enjoy it"We both enjoyed it even though we talked about her recent nightmare,"What about the house mum?" I asked and she. I’m looking forward to it.”We updated each other on what our friends from Cardiff were up to; I’d written to both Sian & Malcolm and Vee & Fred with my new address, as had Julie, and we’d both had replies. Malcolm was enjoying his job, and Sian had also landed a place with BP in the administrative office – she was doing something called public relations, which apparently involved looking after visiting journalists and writing promotional articles, and she was finding it fascinating. Fred had. So much for a quick date! It wasn’t till about 10 pm that night when she drove up to the house. She looked exhausted as she came in to the house. I hugged her at door and asked her if she enjoyed it. She shyly said yes. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra when we went into the bed room and I slowly took off her clothes. She had suck marks all over her tits and when I took down her panties she timidly looks away when I saw they were cum soaked. I saw notice suck marks in-between her thighs. She. Then as I stood quietly I could hear a faint voice. Hers. Then his. He was saying insistently, 'yes all of them, no one comes this way on a Sunday.' I wondered what 'all of them' meant as I crept slowly in the direction of the voices. 'How about we go inside that old building?' she asked the man. 'No, it's better out here. It's dirty in there and besides we might give Old Tom a thrill if he comes out with his dog'. They were the other side of an old world war two pillbox and I was the side.