The windows open it being warm, the sounds of the peacocks crying on the lawn echoed round the room as he stood, dressed in his pj`s and dressing gown..., appraising the woman whom he normally saw mostly in her cooks whites. There was no doubt she was formidable. He offered her sherry, having lifted a bottle from the drawing room, along with a couple of glasses. They sat at the window seat, sipping the sherry, neither quite knowing what to say, or how to break the spell. In desperation he said. I was still awake forty minutes or so later when I heard the front door quietly open and close. I heard two soft voices and assuming my parents had come home early, began walking down the stairs to see how their evening had gone.I had made it to the foot of the stairs when I realized that one of the voices belonged to my sister and the other was one I didn't recognize. Curious, I tiptoed around the corner and peeked into the living room and blushed in embarrassment.There on the couch was my. I was already there. Waiting with a huge hard erection, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the quiet scrap of the wood patch on her side. Then leaned closer to my wall so my cock would be all visible to her curious eyes. Hard and tense. I almost came from thinking about her looking and wondered if she fingered herself there but was afraid to duck down and look!I whacked off again for her and came in seconds. This went on for a whole week, me waiting in our washroom. She knew Stan wasn’t the best lover she’d ever had. She had a fleeting thought of Tom through her mind — a rat, but a skilled rat! Then there was Raoul… but really, there was no comparison. Stan was patient, loving and willing to share himself completely with her. He took his pleasure in making their pleasure as great as possible, and his love for her made skill, stamina or size less important. Denise needed to pee, so she got up. She winced slightly as she did, reminding herself that last.