His comfortably mate 's mum

Seventeen is a difficult age. Josh was horny 24/7, but hopeless with girls. He wasn't a spotty-faced flake ; in fact, he played rugby for the college. He was fit, potent and hefty, and his older Sister's mates thought he was quite good-looking, in a ‘ cute'kind of way. He hated that watchword. For whatever reason, he just lacked confidence with miss. He went bright red and couldn't think of anything to say whenever he got near a girl he fancied. Being a virgin was the quarry.

He'd heard the other guy wire going on about all the daughter they'd shagged, and reckoned at least some of them must be making it up, but not all of them. He just didn't know how to chat up a young woman and get her into bed.

At least his dear mate, Deano, was rubbish with lady friend too. They hung out all the time, except when Deano went fishing with his dad, which was a couple of weekends a month. He got on okay with Deano's dad, but his mum, Angie - wow ! She was a actual milf - hotter than a lot of the single you see on websites. It was weird admitting that his full mate's mum qualified as a ‘ female parent I'd Like to shag ’, but it was true, at least as far as Josh was concerned. She was thirty-six and really pretty, with longsighted blond hair's-breadth and a sonsie body ; nice nipple and a pie-eyed arse. She did salsa, zumba and cardio classes to keep fit and it worked. Josh obviously hadn't told Deano that he fancied his mum because he'd freak out, and he was at Deano's house quite a lot, so he got to see Angie a lot, too. He wasn't about to foul up that.

He first felt horny looking at Angie when he was about fourteen. Their backward garden met the side of Josh's, round of drinks behind the garage. He would stand at the fence talking to Deano during the summer holidays when his mum would add up outside in a skimpy bikini and sunbathe where Josh could see her. He was sure she wasn't doing it to deliberately make a fourteen-year-old boy feel horny, but that was the gist she had on him anyway.

Deano's dad kept a stash of porno mags in the garage until Angie found them, and Deano used to lend them to Josh. They would often talk about which girl they'd wanked off to in bed and what they'd like to do with them. Josh had never told Deano that he fantasised about Angie more than any of the girl in the mag. He'd kill him !

This summer break from college was one of the hottest on disc. Deano and Josh spent quite a bit of time sunbathing in Deano's back garden, and Angie joined them on many social occasion. She was really skillful and friendly, and Josh wasn't complaining, but it was really unmanageable not to stare, and even more difficult trying not to get a hard-on in front man of her when he was supposed to be talking to Deano.

Deano went fishing with his dad early one Sabbatum morning time, leaving Josh at a liberal end. That's how he found himself mowing the binding lawn for Angie. He saw her struggling with it, and he had done the gentlemanly thing and offer to do it for her.

He stripped off down to his shorts to work on his tan while he got on with it. He hated horticulture, and would never cut the grass at home, but this was for Angie.

Even though it was still quite ahead of time the sun was hot, and he had started to sweat by the time he'd finished. Angie was in the kitchen and beckoned him to go inside. She had a large glass of lemonade with lots of ice waiting for him.

"Thank you so much for doing the garden for me ”. She smiled at him and his brain melted."Sit here and cool down for a bit."She patted the commode next to hers at the breakfast bar. Then she picked up a towel and rubbed his face and back, making him feel about six.

"You're all sweaty"she said."Why don't you nip upstairs for a promptly shower ? There are plenty of towels in the john. I'm just going to convert into my bikini and sunbathe for a bit. cum and join me when you're done."Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Josh drained his lemonade like a pro and followed her upstairs a few seconds later, thinking that if he walked into her sleeping room right now he would probably catch her naked. He would bring her in his sleeve and kiss her, and then they'd downslope onto the bed and spend the rest of the day having sex.

He went straight into the privy, locked the door and turned on the shower bath.

A short while later he joined Angie in the garden. She was lying on one of two sun-loungers positioned position by side, facing the sun, but sheltered from the view of neighbours by her service department on one side of meat and the six-foot in high spirits hedge on the other. The fence at the behind of the garden was only four-foot high, but it backed onto Josh's garden. His parents were away for the day. It was a totally buck private patch.

They were alone, and Angie looked sensational, lying there in her skimpy red two-piece with her center closed. She was already a pin-up shade of golden brown, and her tegument glistened with suntan lotion. He couldn't help wondering if her skin was still milky White person beneath her bikini. His cock asked itself the Saami question, so he laid down on his presence immediately and began thinking very hard about how Deano's fishing stumble might be going.

A short later, he was laid on his back again, looking at her tits when she opened her oculus and caught him. He quickly looked away, and she didn't say anything. Instead she reached down to her left-hand and passed him another chalk. It looked like it contained lager. It wasn't even eleven in the morn. Then she picked up a glass of her own."I forgot ; I'd got this for you. Sorry about the lemonade earlier. I keep forgetting you're a man now,"she said with that brain-melting smiling.

He said nothing, because he couldn't think of anything to say, and took a retentive boozing. She was still looking at him."You're more mature than Dean, aren't you ? He would never mow the lawn for me."

"I wouldn't do it at home, either"he replied without thought, and she laughed.

"Perhaps not"she said. He blushed, and mentally kicked himself.

They went back to sunbathing in muteness. A few minutes later she sat up."Time to work on my backrest, I think ; would you do the honours ?"

He opened his eyes and saw that she was holding a bottle of tan lotion out for him. He sat up and took it. She turned so that she was sat with her dorsum to him. She took two bands from her wrist, tying her hair in loose crowd and pulling them forward over her articulatio humeri so that he wouldn't get lotion on them. He hesitated. She reached up and untie the slender red string behind her neck opening. He squirted lotion into one bridge player, squeezing too hard and getting too much. He hesitated again. She waited patiently. He rubbed his palms together to spread the application and tentatively put his hands on her shoulder. She didn't react. He slowly began moving, spreading the application across her articulatio humeri and down her back, rubbing gently in band. Her peel was so soft and smooth, and warm. Massaging her was turning him on.

As he reached her bikini shoulder strap she told him to get out it away from her and get his finger's breadth underneath it so he didn't girl anywhere. He was very measured not to go too far around the incline, and then worked his way down her dispirited spinal column. When he got to her waistband, she said the same again ; that he should put his digit inside a little, so he didn't leave anywhere uncovered. She must have been capable to feel his manpower shaking as his fingertips skimmed lightly across the creese at the top of her bum, and his affection was thumping so hard he could almost see it jumping out of his dresser.

When he stopped she laid down on her figurehead and asked him to do it again in case he'd missed anywhere. He realised he'd stopped breathing at some point and was holding his breathe. He let it out a little more loudly than he would have liked and started again. She was facing away from him, so he didn't feel too hinder and was really starting to savour it. He got off his lounger and knelt down beside her, so he didn't have to reach over too far.

"Unhook my strap, please. I don't want a tan-line."

Josh's work force shook so much he fumbled his number one attempt and had to try again. There was no tan-line. Angie's back was golden-brown all over. He wondered if her front was, too. He began massaging the lotion in again and quickly got into his stride. He was beginning to slow down and enjoy it. His hint became more confident, and he began to get physically aroused. When the lotion began to dry in, she turned her head teacher to face him and said"why don't I rub some on your back ? You don't want to burn, either."

He stopped rubbing her binding and hesitated, panicked really, for a abbreviated secondment. He quickly turned away from her. Had she noticed the tenting in the battlefront of his shorts from his semi-erection ? His faced flushed. She hadn't reacted, so maybe she hadn't seen it.

He was still on his stifle, and she sat on the mope just behind him. He jumped a little when she touched him, but she didn't comment. She began rubbing application into his shoulders and down his backrest, and he had never known anything feel as good as the touch sensation of her work force on his organic structure. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't refastened her Bikini top for her. Was she sat topless behind him ? Should he determine an excuse to look behind him ? He felt his erecting stiffen. As Angie reached his miserable backbone she slipped her fingers inside his waistband like he had for her. She was almost rubbing his bum-cheeks, and his cock lurched again, straining hard against his trunks. He would have to be very careful how he got back on the recliner and laid down, so that she wouldn't see it.

Angie was enjoying the experience, too. She had always liked Josh. He had been brought up as a very polite boy who had been very in force friends with Dean all their lifespan. She didn't have intercourse his parents much and had only really talked to pass the fourth dimension of day or make arrangements for the lads as they grew up.

And now they were almost full-grown men. At her insistence, Josh had been calling her Angie rather than ‘ Deano's mum'or ‘ Mrs Deano'for a while, now. James Byron Dean was maturing boring than Josh. He was quieter, less strong-arm, and just less manly generally. Josh had clearly started to trim fairly regularly if not yet daily, but that still seemed some time off for dean. Josh was clearly Thomas More muscular and athletic, too. He had a good eubstance on him, she mused as she applied the lotion. Nice bum, too !

Her husband Don had been quite athletic in his day, and she liked men like that, but that had been a tenacious time ago. His body was soft and adiposis these days, not firm and lean like Josh's. His vigor and ebullience for life had slowly and quietly ebbed away too, until he only seemed interest in fishing now, which required relatively little effort.

Sex was very hit-and-miss, and over fairly quickly, which was often a blessing as it had become so procedure and tedious now. She had tried various things to spice it up, but with little success. He just didn't seem occupy anymore, which is probably why this handsome, fit young man with an erection seemed so appealing to her all of a sudden.

She had known for quite some prison term that Josh fancied her. Discretion was never a inviolable point for teenage male child, or almost men for that matter. She had seen him looking at her many times but had never embarrassed him by letting him live she had caught him doing it.

Several years earlier she had become aware that, like all teenage male child, James Byron Dean had started masturbating. She realised that Josh must do it too and wondered if she had ever been the object of his desires in those solitary here and now. The idea gave her a thrill. It was flattering to know that even at thirty-six she might still be attractive to Young men in their intimate prime of life. What a shame that they didn't have the experience to use their sexual energy to its wax advantage.

She smiled to herself as she pictured the growing erecting she had seen in Josh's boxers just before he had quickly turned away, clearly embarrassed by his overt reaction to touching her body. She had enjoyed him touching her too, which is why she had asked him in the first property. It was her little ‘ guilty pleasure'for today. She wondered how he'd react if she reached around and began rubbing lotion into his abdomen and then let one hand slowly move down to caress him through his shorts.

Would he derail up and run away, never to call round again ? It was certainly potential, and that would be a shame. Would he do zilch and just let her contact him, simply because he wouldn't know what else to do ? That was perhaps more likely. Could she then slip her hand down inside his drawers and touch him properly, slowly and gently bringing him to to the full arousal ? Would he cum in his shorts on outset contact ? As far as she knew, Josh and James Byron Dean were both virgins.

Would that crap her the predatory cougar, using his strong young body for her own want, or would she be the educator, gently teaching him and sharing mutual pleasure… ?

Her erotic imaginings were interrupted by the sound ringing in the menage."Damn ! Sorry,"she apologised for her language immediately. She got up, smiling as she noticed that Josh carefully kept his back to her and laid face down on his lounger.

He was disappointed that she had stopped and gone inside, but relieved at the same sentence. Maybe his erection would have worn off by the time she came back out.

She was gone quite a while, and he had relaxed and turned on his spine again by the fourth dimension she returned to the garden."Sorry about that,"she said as she lay down on her lounger, on her rachis. He didn't respond. She was wearing her bikini top. When had she fastened it again ?

Almost as if she knew he was thinking about her tits, she asked him"would you mind if I take my top off ? I like to tan all over. It's OK if you don't want me too, though. I don't want you to find embarrassed."

His psyche froze for a instant.

"Err, well, no. I-I mean, it's your garden. It's not up to me, is it ? If you want to…"

"Thank you. That's very kind of you. Would you heed ?"she said as she turned her back to him momentarily, smiling to herself as she did.

His hands shook again, as he unfastened her top, and then he quickly laid back and closed his eyes. She removed her top and laid back down, looking across at him, as his brass flushed a little, and not from the heat of the day.

"You know, it's okay to look Josh. When a woman takes her top off in public, she understands that men will look at her. She might even be a lilliputian offended if they didn't."

He didn't response. He couldn't ; the goon in his throat prevented him. He swallowed concentrated and opened his eyes, looking at her sideways, with barely a turning of his school principal. He thought he might actually die at that import. His pump had stopped trouncing, he was sure. He was trapped. He couldn't nictitation, or close his eyes again, or see away. prison term was suspended.

"Let's get past this moment, shall we ?"she said to him, softly, sitting up and turning to front him."Sit up, Josh."

He was mesmerised. He did as she asked, without taking his eyes off her. Her breasts were beautiful ; at least as beautiful as any he had seen in the magazines. They were as tanned as the rest of her body.

"Touch them."That caught his attention. His centre flew up to meet hers.

"What ?"he gasped, before staring at her breast again.

"It's OK. I'd like you to. We can both relax and enjoy sunbathing again once you've got past your curiosity."

He didn't move. He wanted to, but he couldn't. She reached out and took both of his hands, placing them gently on her breasts. He swallowed hard, still staring at them, and she saw the slight movement in the strawman of his shorts. This might get interesting, she thought.

He recovered from the shock and tentatively began to explore her, squeezing so gently, as if she might break, and gradually beginning to fondle her.

"That feels nice, Josh. I like the way you touch me,"she heard herself say. It was true up, but she couldn't quite believe she was saying it. Where was she taking this ? What on worldly concern was she thinking ? There was a distinguishable jut in his boxers now, and she definitely liked that. That's what she was thinking !

He had never seen or touched anything as exquisitely beautiful and erotic as Angie's breasts. He was simultaneously dying with embarrassment and incredibly turned on. He had fantasised about this countless clock time but had never considered for a moment that it could actually chance - she was Deano's mum !

"William Tell me exactly what you're thinking right now,"she said gently.

"Err, I-I think you've got, err… beautiful chest"he managed to say, his hands now frozen in place, still touching her.

That made her smile."Thank you, but I don't think that's how you would say it if you were telling your college mates, is it ? Telling me exactly what you're cerebration. I promise I won't be offended."

He swallowed, and his face flushed."You've got awe-inspiring knocker"he said, ineffectual to wait at her.

She laughed."Thank you. I know you mean it, now. cum on."

Angie stood, took his hand, and led him indoors up to her bedroom. He didn't resist. He was barely able to mean, he wanted her so much. In the bedroom she turned to face him. She put his hands on her waist and reached up on her tiptoes to buss him on the brim, just once. His all body was rigid."Relax, it's OK. Just copy me."

She kissed him again ; a slow, lingering kiss this time, until she felt his lips finally responding to hers. She continued kissing him and moved closer, pressing herself against his bare breast, and running her fingers through his hair. She felt him relax all at once, taking her in his branch properly and kissing her enthusiastically. His erecting pressed firmly against her, still trapped in his shorts.

He learned quickly. She let her tongue dart briefly across his sassing and felt him melt into her. She did it again, gradually letting her tongue get bolder as he followed her leash, copying everything she did. She was teaching him, and it turned her on.

Josh was dreaming. He had to be. He was snogging the most beautiful cleaning lady he had ever seen, and she was showing him what to do. She obviously wanted to sustain sex with him, and his erecting was so stiff, held down by his shorts, that it was getting atrocious. He felt unbelievably horny but terrified at the like time. He didn't dare do anything unless she did it to him first. The last thing he wanted to do was offend her and make her stop, but he didn't want to seem clueless either. Whatever she did he concentrated on really hard ; what was she doing ? How was she doing it ? Then he did his best to copy it exactly, hoping this would never stop but, at the same fourth dimension, hoping she was going to look sharp up and make him fuck her. Was that really going to happen ? He could barely contain his excitement.

She stepped back and knelt down in front of him, taking grip of his girdle."You're going to do yourself an accidental injury if we don't set him free,"she said softly as she slowly pulled his shorts down. His stopcock sprang to attention the second it was released and came to repose pointing almost vertically at the cap."Oh my word, you've got a beautiful cock, and it looks so hard ! Can I touch it ?"she asked, looking up at him with big brown eyes.

He swallowed voiceless and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Very gently, she curled her finger's breadth around his hot, inflexible light beam, one-half expecting him to lose restraint and explode all over her face at any moment. She heard him gasp and swallow again. With her face still just edge away from his stopcock, she slowly began to masturbate him, not daring to prompt too quickly yet. Josh watched the unscathed sentence, without moving.



"doe that feel good ?"She asked, looking up at him and smiling. He nodded."It feels much better when individual else is doing it for you, doesn't it ?"He nodded again. She cupped his balls and stroked him a little quicker and Thomas More firmly. He closed his eye and his breathing quickened noticeably. Without breaking her musical rhythm, she stood up, and asked him to relate her again. He opened his optic and fondled her breasts more confidently now, even teasing her tit with his fingers. They quickly became erect.

"I want you to suck them for me. Let's lie down,"she whispered. They broke contact briefly to get on the bed, and then his mouth was on her, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling and exploring. It was her turn to gasp and suspire with pleasure now, while she continued to gently masturbate him.

Eventually she stopped and removed her bikini bum."Look at me, Josh. Touch me there, too. get your time."

She was shaved smooth. His ghost was tentative at first. She moved so that he was between her thighs and parted her now-moist lip for him."Put your fingers in me."

He was very gentle and considerate ; almost too often so, and she wanted to assure him to be more vigorous, but of course he didn't know what he was doing yet. She was thirsty for him, but knew she had to pass on him time. She guided first one and then two of his digit into her, showing him what to do, and where to apply the air pressure. She moved her hips and moaned softly to signalize her blessing. He was getting better all the clock time.

Next, she guided him to her clitoris and again showed him what she liked. He began to loosen up, lying beside her again now, and stroking her more confidently with every passage moment. She began masturbating him again, moaning more emphatically now and urging him on.

Josh had been sure he would cum too soon, and spoil everything, but he was concentrating so hard now he forgot all about it. Touching her between her pegleg and inside her felt indescribably safe. And then she started moaning and writhing about. Was she just doing that for his sake, or was he really making her smell proficient ? He hoped that was true, because he wanted to delight her so practically, and desperately didn't want to let her down.



When he began rhythmically stroking her clit, just as she had shown him, the strength of her reaction surprised him, especially the matter she began saying to him ;"Oh God, Josh ! That's it ! That's so good ! Don't period ! Don't block ! You're going to take a leak me cum…"

Suddenly she was crying out, and then import later she was telling him to end. She laid back and relaxed, her eyes smiling at him so warmly."Oh, that was amazing, Josh. Thank you. Put your fingers in me again. Feel how wet you've made me."

He grinned when he did as she asked. She was soaking. She definitely couldn't have faked it just for his welfare. He'd done that to her. He'd actually given her an orgasm. He smiled proudly, as she rolled him onto his backbone, straddled him, and kissed him.

Supporting her weight unit above him, she reached down between her thighs and guided the tip of his cock into position, quick to impale herself on him. Looking at him, and smiling as she held his gaze, she slowly lowered herself down onto him, taking him fully inside her. He moaned loudly at the extraordinary sensation.

"Congratulations,"she whispered."Now you're a man."Rolling her pelvic girdle expertly, she rode him, enjoying the feel of his foresightful hard cock moving inside her. She didn't idea if she made him cum now, and she was pretty sure that he wouldn't brain either, judging by the look of sheer pleasure and incredulous joy on his case as he squeezed and caressed her breasts.

To his recognition he didn't cum, and Angie soon found herself cumming again instead. As her orgasm hit its peak she sat still, hoping Josh could experience her inner muscles spasming against his set shot."Oh God, can you find that ? Oh yes, can you find my pussy cumming all over your lovely turncock ?"

He nodded. He could feel both the pulsing and the wetness, and it felt amazing. He was having the best time of his aliveness and was hoping it would never end.

She kissed him passionately, before rolling on her back, pulling him on top of her."Your bit now, lover boy. shag me. Cum in me."

He didn't need any further boost and began eagerly thrusting into her with a speed and enthusiasm she hadn't experienced in years. His technique and timing weren't brilliant, but she didn't care. She was having the fourth dimension of her spirit, too. She caressed his strong young body as he clumsily slammed himself into her at a unrestrained step, and he quickly came, long and hard, squirting jet after jet of his hot cum in her, and then collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

Once he'd got his breathe back she began kissing him again, holding him on top of her, and telling how important it was that he didn't just revolve off a girl as soon as he'd cum in her.

"Don't make her spirit used. Keep necking and cuddling her, Josh, and telling her how practically she means to you, as long as it's admittedly - don't ever lie - but spent quality time straight after ; it will pay dividends, I promise."

A short while later Angie went for a rain shower, leaving Josh laid on his back, grinning like the village idiot, and looking at the bedroom ceiling trying to convince himself that everything that had just happened was really, not a dream.

She called his name ; telling him it was his turn. He strode, naked and sure-footed, into the bathroom, still grinning broadly. Angie was still stood in the bathing tub, behind the shower pall."ejaculate on, get in with me."

She pulled him under the spray and after lathering her own hands, she handed him the soap."Let's wash each other,"she said, running her hands over his breast. Predictably, he washed her knocker first, which made her giggle, but then he moved on. Her body felt comrade to him now, and he took his time exploring every column inch of her as he washed her. He even crouched down to lap her substructure and between her toes, which tickled her. Then it was her bout to wash him. She deliberately left his humanness until last, matter to to see what would happen. As she caressed his cock and stroked his testis with soapy hands, she said"go on, moisten my titmouse again. I like you doing that."

She quickly got the final result she had hoped for ; another iron-hard erection. Oh, the joy of younker, she thought to herself, as she rinsed the goop off him.

"Oh dear"she said."spirit what's happened to your turncock. I'll have to do something about that, won't I ?"she said mischievously, and dropped to her stifle taking his full length all the way into her mouth.

He gasped loudly and moaned under his breath as he watched her work on him with her digit, lips and glossa. This was incredible ; his gorgeous aphrodisiacal Angie was actually sucking his cock, and it felt fantastic. Just as suddenly, she stopped and stood up. Turning to put her work force on the tiled wall, she thrust her bottom towards him."nookie me again,"she said over her shoulder. It took him a moment to position himself properly before sliding himself smoothly and gently into her. He held her waist and began pumping his hips rapidly, until she calmed him down."Slow down a little… that's better… it's not a subspecies ; it's a pleasance to be experienced together. micturate sure you stop before you cum."

He quickly learned the pleasance of taking his time and enjoying it, rather than just going for it, and didn't diaphragm until he felt an coming approaching. When he pulled away from her she led him back to bed and lay back with her ramification spread panoptic. She spent the next ten transactions teaching him how to make her cum using his mouth and lingua, and was well rewarded for her patience.

They laid together kissing, cuddling, and exploring each former for a while, and Angie made certainly she kept him erect with constant caresses, not that it was difficult to do. Occasionally she masturbated him vigorously, being careful not to let him cum, and allowing him to chill down before doing it again. She wanted to be sure enough he built up a really big load for her.

As they cuddled up together she whispered in his ear,"Can I ask you something, Josh ?"

"Hmm"he replied lazily.

"Can I be a muddy bitch ?"

"You can be anything you like, Angie. I won't complain."

"I want you to do something to me."

"Hmm ?"

"Would you like to fuck my fount and cum in my back talk ?"

"Oh wow, yes please"he exclaimed, the feel on his face a miscellany of shock and delight."That sounds practiced. I'm not sure how to do it, but if you show me I'll definitely give it a go."

"It's slow ; range my chest,"she explained while she propped her drumhead up with pillows. Once he was in posture she said"properly, all you do now is put your hands on the wall, put your dick in my rima oris, and hump me like that ‘ til you're done. Go as fast as you like. okeh ?"

"okey !"he exclaimed as he pushed his rosehip forward and she took the tip of his peter between her lips. He started slowly and found his musical rhythm before gathering stride. It looked and felt amazing, especially with Angie's big Robert Brown heart looking up at him the completely sentence, as if she were almost begging him to hurry up and unload in her sassing. It didn't take long before he felt the fellow throbbing sensation, quickening every time. He pumped his hips faster."Oh, I'm going to cum soon, Ange"he warned her, and pumped his cock into her as fast as he could, groaning loudly as he suddenly unloaded in her mouth in various rapid spirt.

Angie moaned with joy as she enjoyed the touch sensation of his thick fixed cock darting rapidly in and out of her backtalk, its swollen tip rubbing roughly against her tongue ; sucking on it as hard as she could until at last she felt the hot creamy outburst she'd been waiting for, as he came in her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it down as quickly as she could to avoid strangling and continued to blow him as he slowed down before eventually collapsing onto his side next to her, sighing with thick satisfaction.

"Wow, you're incredible Angie. When can we do this again ?"

She suddenly experienced a wave of guilt trip crashing over her. She had just been traitorous to her married man for the first meter, and Josh was only a seventeen-year-old boy. However willing he had been, she had taken advantage of him just to satisfy her own needs. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, the site was about to get a whole lot sorry if he developed a strong excited bond with her. The finis matter she needed was for him to fall in love with her, which was probably a sober risk right now.

"You know nothing grave can come of this Josh, don't you ? I'm married, and you're far too untried for me. You mustn't expect us to do this again, and you mustn't Fall in passion with me."

He looked hurt, so she tried to soften the blow."I'm not saying it will definitely never happen again. It might. It was certainly a fantastic experience, but you should rivet on finding a girl of your own age now. I'm always here to suggest you about other young woman, if you need me, but let's put ‘ us'on the back-burner, eh ?"

He nodded reluctantly, but she could see that she had got through to him."I'll Thatch you how to talk to a girl, and then just think how you'll blow her idea when you finally get her into bed."

He grinned at this."Yeah, you're right. Thank you. I'll never forget today, even if we don't ever do it again."He smiled at her,"but I hope we do."

"fountainhead, just get sure you keep today completely secret, especially from Dean, and you never know."

She winked at him as she headed to the bathroom again, a piffling shocked to realise that now the initial sting of guilt trip had gone, she also hoped they would do it again, and very soon .