He remembered a book that he'd read in high school called 'The Virgin Soldiers'. He thought it was quite risqué at the time and he recalled that the ...prostitute in the story had that same name. He smiled at her and twisted around, pulling her gently and leading her away in the direction that he had come. She followed him willingly, smiling.They passed a dark passage between two empty shops and she halted their progress, pointing into the gloom."We go in here," she informed him in a neutral. .No, I didn't do that but I did realize I had to drive the car and this was a major distraction. I began to look for a spot to pull over again but Janice, sensing what I was doing just quietly told me to drive her home. I would have been disappointed but, it was the way she said it that gave me hope. She said to take her home but she implied more would happen when we got there.Janice lived in Porter Ranch which is a hillside neighborhood overlooking the San Fernando Valley. Not nearly as. My wife had finished her bath and was laying on our king sized bed completely naked. She is a wonder to behold and I just stopped and gazed. The smile on her face was partial because her fingers were furiously fingering her wet pussy and partial because she knew I wanted her. Her left hand was rubbing and twisting her left nipple. Both tits seemed to be aroused because they were hard and pointy. Her right hand was between her legs. Her thumb and middle finger were pulling her snatch open while. This of course was not a unique concept on my part. Many men, on parting with their mistress set them up in a business that allowed the woman to live well and prosper as she grew older. The mistresses were thusly able to find decent husbands and hold a respectable place in London's society.I too, underwent a type of change during this same period, as I received a letter one day, from the father of a former classmate at Oxford full of jabber and balderdash, but for one item. There was a hidden.