"Go into the kitchen and get out of those wet things. I'll bring you something to put on." She went down the hall to the linen closet. From her vantag...e point in the dark, she watched his eyes try to follow her. He went into the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on! Get undressed! I won't peek," she lied. "Dry off!"He blushed (how. But at least it meant me mate would pull his knob out & have a good old rub-a-dub & squirt his load,& now I could spunk-off,well it'd be better.So we arranged to meet at our regular hidey-hole which was actually a kinda den we'd made ages back from old cardboard & bits of corrugated metal sheets that people had tossed away.We'd done a pretty good job...we'd even stole some old blankets & cushions from a jumble sale...so it was well comfy,& cosy,enough room for him & me,& maybe one other. .my folks might come in here at anytime and see what we are doing..." Charlie countered "...then you best get busy so if they do come they want see anything..." terrified and not knowing what to do I just stood there looking at Charlie. Charlie unzipped his jeans and fished out his elongated penis and started slowly stroke his uncut member. I was still starring at Charlie when my Mom opened the door to my room and said "...I'll fix you guys some snacks in a minute David.." She promptly closed. Many a man or woman has sighed with a private disappointment after she has passed, the strength of the sigh depending only on the strength of imagination.She is right, though, at least about her absent breasts. Her chest is flat: two peas on an ironing board, as some men used to joke. No one will move his (or her) hand from chest to breast and delight in the smooth curve, because there is no curve. No one will feel the rubbery texture when her breasts are pushed up from below.She could fix.