This started my cock off and he was soon growing in appreciation of the view. As we reached the master bedroom Lisa said that her mother had warned h...er to be on her guard as she had told her that I was a real practical joker. She said I know you have just stuffed some socks in your towel to get my reaction and I know your wearing underwear as well. She finished documenting the master bedroom and moved on to bedroom two; I followed as my cock continued to grow, Lisa looked back at me and. My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, a computer whizz, if he could find the home address from the email address.He could. It was outside a small fishing port on the coast of East Anglia. I won't say exactly where, but it was a semi-detached right by the sea.A girl opened the door. A young woman, I should say. She looked seventeen, eighteen, but could have been twenty-something.Peter?'Hi. I'm sorry to disturb you. Do you think I might speak to the young man who lives here?''No. He lifted her breast in his hands, as though he was weighing them, they were full and heavy. He was like a scientist making a new major discovery, lost in the excitement of it all. He looked at her; she smiled: a pleasing smile an approving smile.She reached up and cupped one of her breast in her hand, and told him to suck it.He leaned into her nipple and took it into his mouth. She squeezed her breast, as though she were feeding him.“OH Jim! my son, I like what you are doing, I haven’t felt. Are you stoned?, asked I.Just a bit, replied she, putting her fingers together, but her eyes were red.How are you feeling? she asked, as she tossed her long hair back.Come here, I motioned, pulling her in to sit closer, and gave her a hug.I'm high, giggling as she talked.Would you cuddle me?Sure, said I, feeling her massive boobs nudging into my side.Where are you sore?When I pointed to my left thigh and down the leg, she asked if she could massage it for me. To make it feel better.She leaned.