Rosina is my mother’s youngest sister. She was about 33 years old, at the time when this story took place.Rosina was a very solitary person, who had... lived on her own until my parents asked her to move into our house. The intention had been that she would pay her bored and maintain her independence whilst being able to enjoy the benefits of family. In actual practice she turned out to be more of a control freak than a lodger. Whilst growing up, I had learned to hate her. This had remained my. Practically all guys my age don't know their way around down there or are just too intimidated or something."Not wanting to draw any attention to the unique - indeed intimidating - quality of her vagina, I said, "Oh my G-d, I can eat your pussy all night long."Though not my intention, this response led to an even luckier exchange! "Really?" replied Julie, "By about this time, most guys are trying to have sex."Not having brought a condom, but very much wanting to take the hint, I said, "Count. Betty sprang off the sofa and bustled over to kiss Meg’s cheek. “If you like him, lovie, then that’s all that matters. Now,” she said, taking the script and lightly bouncing it on Meg’s head before handing it back to her friend. “Let’s get to work. These lines won’t learn themselves, you know!”~~~Towards the end of her stay, one wet afternoon, when there was nothing better to do, Meg was sitting in the theatre balcony in semi-darkness, half-watching the actors practice on the stage. The door to. No one was in the shop as I reached the door, the guy working there must have seen me approach as he had came from behind the counter and was walking toward me, he went straight past, locked the door and pulled down the blind. I heard him walk up behind me, a hand grabbed my arse. I asked him in my best feminine voice what he was playing at.I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of your's, slut!My legs went, I tried to grab the counter, to late, I was on my knees, head swimming, looking like I.