Stuart complies.We all get dressed, leaving Stuart naked and broken. "Stay here and dont get dressed until we have left the pub" I tell him as we leav...e, I remove the 'Private Party' sign from the door, telling the group of lads gathered outside that the pool room is back open for business. We step out the pub and say goodbye to Hugo and Dave before stepping into our waiting taxi, making sure Tasha is sat in the front passenger seat.I give the taxi driver the address and tell him to switch off. Normally, I'd find this a pervy thing for someone to say but I could literally feel the honesty and confidence dripping from this guy. He wasn't just dropping me a bullshit line.“Thanks,” I chirped, “you're not so bad yourself!”With that, he just held my gaze, gave me a knowing smile with his eyes and moved up even closer alongside me. My heartbeat rocketed and I could feel it thumping hard against my chest, so much so I was actually afraid he'd be able to see it. He lifted his arm and ever so. She said yes. I told her to go to the bath room get bit freshen up and seat in drawing room and watch TV, while I prepare Maggie for her. Then I served Maggie to her and took for me as well. We had some small chit-chat, but my problem was my eyes were going towards her again and again.She was seating on the sofa bit relaxed – as a result, right side of her boob got prominently up through her white blouse and her white skirt was also at least 3 inches above her knee, exposing her milky white. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?” “Yes,” I stared enraptured as her fingers disappeared into her vagina. “But not inside.” “Oh, but inside is where it feels the nicest.” “Can I do that?” I asked, watching as Eleanor continued to finger herself. My Grandmother, as women of her station had for eons, filled my head with all sorts of nonsense about sex. Most notable in these particular circumstances was the raising of my maidenhood to near biblical proportions and importance. I was.