4 comments/ 78828 views/ 4 favorites After Isobel By: Rellik04 My Aunt Isobel died suddenly, but before she died she made out her will and left me her shop. We had lived together for only two years, no one suspected that we were related until after the will was read. I am sure a few of the people in the area suspected though that we had been living as a unit. At one time my Aunt Isobel was a sour faced woman, but the last two years she changed, into a happy smiling woman. The shop was a General Store, come Post Office and was the only shop servicing this dominantly rural farming area. The turn over wasn't the greatest, but ample to live on, also the opening times were the basic 9 to 6 with a closure of one hour for lunch and half day Saturday. There was no call to open out of these hours for that was all the local people demanded. The small village where it was located was well off any visitors route and there was nothing of historical significance to even draw visitors here. Some would think it a very boring place for a young man to want to settle down in. This was very deceptive, for there was more activity going on here than in any big city, but it was all out of sight. There were rumours and gossip as one hears in any community, but being the only shop everyone came in for their mail and urgently needed small items, so I got to hear almost everything that went on. There was hardly a person who entered the shop who didn't stay and talk about something or other. Oh yes, I had taken to working this shop like a duck takes to water, when I left the Army and came to live with Aunt Isobel. I suppose since I was the only one in her entire family who got on with her, they knew that she would leave the shop to me. I could never thank her enough, I loved this shop. For the first few weeks everyone who came to the shop talked about one subject only, they were sorry about Isobel's sudden death. She had a heart attack in the small church and died immediately, standing alongside of me. She was buried in the small cemetery attached to the church. I was now getting attention from a good number of single females, aged from late twenties up and I mean up, into their sixties and one even older. I never realised how many there were in this spread out community, ladies living alone, pottering in their gardens or whatever ways they had to pass their time. Since the shop was also an agent for a bank, I had privilege to their bank accounts and some of the ladies were indeed financially well of and independent. So I could make sure if I chose a partner, I would choose one who wouldn't be a burden on my small capital. It may sound a callous way of thinking, but one must be practical about these things. Also I found by living with Isobel, who was so much older than I, that there was no difference sexually between a woman of my age and a more mature lady. I also had no hang-ups with the age difference. This broadened my horizons dramatically. I also knew from speaking to some of the ladies that they had no intentions of changing their living arrangements. Everyone, needs a bit of company now and again, so how, or who is providing these ladies with their sexual relief. I was determined to find out, for I was beginning to feel in the need of relief myself. ***** There was one mystery I had to settle though before I could proceed on anything. Every Wednesday Afternoon Isobel used to catch the bus at one o'clock and return at five thirty. She never missed a week, every Wednesday was the same whether it was raining or snowing. A lady friend of hers by the name of Samantha took over the shop for that afternoon. If ever there was an old fashioned dresser then it was Samantha, anyway more of her later. I went all through Aunt Isobel's personal papers and diaries, in the recent ones, when I say recent I mean the past five years there was nothing marked on the Wednesdays that would give me a clue, but in the diaries prior to that was just the initials MM. Also I found a receipt for a safety deposit box dating back ten years with the local bank in the nearby town. I wonder if there is still a safety deposit box in that bank I thought. I phoned the bank and explained the circumstances of Aunt Isobel's sudden death and that I was the sole beneficiary, but they still wanted proof of this before they would even divulge if she had a box or not. So I notified my solicitor who told me to take her death certificate into the bank and they would speak to them. So armed with this certificate, the information given me by my solicitor and asking Samantha to look after the shop I drove into the town. Once I had shown proof of who I was and proof of Aunt Isobel's death I was allowed access to her box. Unfortunately I had no key, but that didn't seem to be as big of a problem as I had thought. Inside were birth certificates both Isobel's and for a Margaret Mary, of the same surname, father and mother, but 10 years younger than Isobel. Also there were some papers with a local Mental Institutes heading. The main text was that Margaret Mary was a voluntary in-patient and had been for over 15 years. Collected all the contents of the security box I drove straight up to the hospital. I explained again who I was, the reason I was here and ask if Aunt Isobel visited here on a Wednesday. "She certainly did, regularly, only missing two weeks every year, I think that was the weeks she visited her brother and his family." The matron told me. "Can I see my Aunt Margaret then?" "She prefers Margaret-Mary, but yes you certainly can, we were wondering why she has had no visitors the past few weeks." Aunt Margaret-Mary was a younger version of Isobel, almost a carbon copy in fact. She was wearing a faded blue half buttoned dress with a belt, so I knew she wasn't classified as suicidal, or she wouldn't have been allowed the belt, so right away I felt better about that. When we were introduced, she shook my hand warmly. "Isobel, talked about you fondly, I knew she loved you even though she never said so, you being our nephew and everything, and I am sorry my sister is dead. I wish that I had been told." "Just why are you in here, you seem alright to me?" "I had a bad mental breakdown and I'm afraid I couldn't cope on the outside world. I suppose you could say I have become institutionalized." "Why has no one in my family ever mentioned I had another aunt." "They were all ashamed of me, and Isobel, but even your father disowned me. I have no family now." "You're wrong there, you have me, come stay with me. There is plenty room in the house, you can work the shop with me. I know this is being thrust upon you, but what do you say?" "You really mean it, you would take me in and let me share your house with you?" "It's as much your house as mine. I am sure Isobel would approve. She was the only one who thought about you all these years, let me take care of you now, for Isobel's memory. I don't want my only aunt living in a hospital, when she can leave any time she wants." "Let me speak to the doctors first, you are sure you really want me. Please don't change your mind, for I would never forgive you Duncan, ever." "You talk to your doctors and I will telephone, when?" "I'll see if I can talk to them to-day, so tomorrow." I rose and she rose too, she was so small, just like Isobel. I bent down and kissed her cheek. "I am happy that I have found you and I really am glad you are to come and stay with me. I'm off home now to get a room ready for you, I hope it is to-morrow. We have so much to talk about." Her smile was as warm as Isobel's had been those past two years. In a way it would be as if Isobel had come home again, having Aunt Margaret-Mary beside me. One thing I'll have to get her to accept a shortened name for her present one is a mouth full. I didn't need to ring the next day, later that afternoon a Dr Simpson phoned me and informed me that he was willing to sign the release documentation for my aunts discharge, if I was willing to accept her. "Of course I will accept her, this is as much her home as it is mine. When can she be discharged?" I asked. "Come and pick her up as soon as you want, she says come for her now, can you come immediately? She is off all medication, but I would like to see her again in a week, I will give her a day and time once I see my secretary." It happened a lot sooner than I had expected it too. I had to nip over and ask Samantha if she could spare another hour whilst I went and collected my aunt. I think this favour is going to cost me more than money, by the way she looked at me and smiled, declining any suggestion of monitory payment. Margaret-Mary was dressed in her outdoor clothing and it showed how long she had been in here by the style of clothes she had on, but she had a huge smile on her face and was sitting by her bedside with a medium suitcase beside her. That must be her worldly possessions, but where were the things she must have had prior to being admitted. Maybe one day she will tell me. Anyway there were plenty of dresses etc. in Isobel's wardrobes which will fit her. "Come on Aunty that was quick, I didn't expect you until tomorrow, but I am happy to have you now." I said as I kissed her cheek once more as I picked up her suitcase. Once we arrived home I could see she was apprehensive and sat on a dining chair with her hands clasped and on her thighs. "I know you prefer Margaret-Mary but it is rather a mouthful is there a shorter name I can call you?" I asked sitting on my haunches in front of her. "I will let you call me Mary," she said stroking my face with her hand. "I will have to get used to living in a house with a man, I hope I won't embarrass you Duncan." "Why should you do that?" "Well when your women friends call to see you." "I have none, there is only you and me, no others." "I"m not so sure about that, that lady who was looking after the shop was watching you too closely for just a friend." "Mary, Samantha was the lady who looked after the shop for Isobel when she visited you. I asked her to help out because she knew the shop. She lives just across the street." "She fancies you I know, I can see it in her eyes." "Wow you women, I wish I could tell that, it would save a lot of time." She laughed as I said that, "Men they never change." "That's right feel at home Mary, this is your home from now on, make it so, everything is open to you, I have nothing to hide. I don't want you to feel you are an obligation. Now I will show you your room it's next door to mine and I will always be there if you want anything, remember that." I said placing my hands over hers. "Yes I now see why Isobel loved you so much, she was a good judge of character and it is a pity the family never saw this. You know it hurt her the way they treated her, well until you came along and her whole attitude changed." "God, you are so like her, I cou..........," I started. "Go on finish what you were going to say," she said bringing her head closer. "I could kiss you, that was what I was to say." "Well kiss me, maybe you will get the same response back as Isobel would have given." I did on both counts. I had placed both hands on the side of her face as I kissed her and she had covered mine with hers and returned the kiss, yes just as sweet and tender, but I didn't want it to go any further. Fucking one aunt was bad enough, but two that was just asking for trouble. One thing I now knew I had another admirer just like Isobel. ***** Every community has a woman who the other women turn to and ours was no exception, our lady was a sixty year old woman called Doris Younger. She lived about a mile away from the village in a reasonable sized old farmhouse, which had never been used as such for many many years. Her husband had been a gentleman farmer and all his land was worked by tenant farmers. The only thing that she now does is farm the money paid by these tenants and from what ever other investments she has. Every year she buys a new Range Rover and is quite boastful of the fact, when the subject comes up when she visits the shop. Doris visits the shop quite often at least two or three times a week and we quite freely talk to one-another. Anyway, I received a telephone call from her. "Duncan, would you be a darling and bring me a packet of raisins and mixed peel, I am terribly busy and can't get down to your shop? I will give you a light lunch for your trouble." Now they all know that I don't mind dropping off things in an emergency, also they know I close for my lunch break. "I will drop it up to you at one o'clock Mrs Younger and thank you for the invitation to lunch." I arrived at her home with the two small packages and handed them over as we entered her home. "Just place the items on my account and I will settle with you next time I am in." she said linking her arm into mine as we entered her dinning room where she had two bowls of soup and freshly baked rolls on the table. She sat at one side and I the other. "Would you like to be my Whist partner to-night. I have some friends coming around, I'm baking, that is why I needed the mixed peel and raisins. Just two tables, my usual partner, Joyce can't make it." "Sure, I would love to, what time?" "Seven-thirty would be lovely, will that be convenient?" "Certainly Doris, I'll be here." "Very informal Duncan, no need to dress up, it's only to play cards." It all sounded innocent enough to me and I had to get out and give Mary the idea I was going to live a life the same as others in the community. I couldn't just nip around to the pub because we had no public house in the village, the nearest was eight miles away. When I left all I got was, "See you this evening," from Doris. I arrived dead on the half hour and I found that there was only me and the young minister who were males, all the others were mature ladies. At least I had another male present and I liked Robert, but I thought too young to be a minister. I was told to dress casual but Doris was dressed I thought to kill, she was quite an attractive woman still, her skin was beginning to show signs of ageing, but all the rest of her looked great. I was sure that her hair was dyed for there was no grey hairs showing and was black. Her dress showed a good bit of cleavage and had a collar like a fold of the fine material the whole dress was made of, it came to just below her knees. Her shoes were not of the stiletto type, but about a couple of inches high which threw her chest out and made her legs look longer and much taller than her 5feet 4 stature. It was during the evening that I found out that Robert was leaving us in a few weeks and that he wasn't being replaced, our community would have to share the minister of another parish, who was getting close to retirement age. Robert was leaving the ministry all together and joining the police force. "I was surprised to see you here this evening, but that is understandable. I would like to come and have a talk with you before I go. Would that be alright?" "Sure any time." "I'll bring a bottle." That was a strange thing for a minister to say and there were a few things that I must have picked up, but couldn't put my finger on it with what he had said during the evening, but I suppose it will come out when I see him. Everyone left and I was just about to do the same when Doris put her hand on my arm,"Stay a minute Duncan, and keep me company, I won't bite." Bingo, I thought, this lady is giving me the come on and I am going to jump at it if offered further. Test twice before jumping has been my motto, then you don't get caught up with a screaming female. We returned not to the room where we played cards, but to her lounge, where a horse shoe settee was in front of the fire, it was large and could easily seat nine people comfortably. This would be a lovely spot in the winter time with a roaring fire blazing in the fireplace. She sat down and patted the settee for me to come and sit by her side."Come and sit here Duncan." I did and placed my left arm behind her, not touching her, but on the back of the settee, so that I could half turn to face her. "I love this settee, often I just sprawl full length and I have even slept all night on it. Don't you think it's nice?" "Yes, especially sitting beside a lovely lady like you," I said, my eyes peering down her cleavage even although I tried to prevent it. "Oh flattery will get you anything you want." she replied. If that wasn't another signal what was. So someone had to make the next move, I just dropped my arm onto her shoulder and gently pulled her towards me. I think that was what she was waiting for, for she came closer, lifted her face towards me, pursed her lips and closed her eyes. There was no doubting what she wanted me to do. I lowered my mouth to hers and her left arm shot around my neck and her right hand landed on my semi-erect penis. Now there was no mistake, also there was no semi-hard cock, but now a blazing boner. I just pushed up the hem of her dress and slid my hand up her inner thigh and she relaxed, even moved her left leg so I could place my hand on her panties crotch, which was wet to touch. It was slippery to the touch, so I knew she just hadn't wet herself, but was already aroused enough to be secreting like mad. She took her mouth away from mine, "Wait a minute," she said and with her left hand reached under her dress lifted her bottom and drew the flimsiest of panties off. "That will make it easier." and replaced her arm around my neck and her lips back onto mine. Well there was no denying this She just slid down onto her settee one leg outstretched and her right foot on the floor, her thighs open wide. I would rather that she took off her dress, but it looked that she had no intention at this stage to do this and was quite content to just remove her panties. I could have pressed it, but I was as eager as she was to get my cock back into a warm pussy once more. So all I did was drop my trousers and get between her thighs, she lifted her pelvis up as I placed my knob between her moist lips and I slid up into this lovely ladies body so smoothly, she helped by lifting both legs which were firmly locked over mine. "Oh my you must be a big man, I haven't felt so stretched, god it feels so lovely." "Doris I think you are just as lovely and you feels great, you are so warm and moist, I hope you don't mind me not wearing a condom." "Oh I hate those things, and I don't trust them. I like to feel the real man, not some rubber thing." I started withdrawing and sliding in, I wanted to increase but she tightened her lock on me and made me slowly slide in and out. "Keep it slow, I hate rushing this, keep it slow, it feels so much better." she moaned in my ear, so slow and easy it was. I must admit that it was a lot nicer and I was glad at long last I had sunk my cock into a woman once again. There is no better place for it than where it was at the present time, and with someone who really wanted it there. The only thing that shook me was the number of times I think Doris had a climax for she was almost every thirty seconds gripping me tight and letting out a low sigh, a rest and then the same again also I could feel her lower abdominal muscles contracting around my cock. At long last I spurted my load into her body, I had been saving up for a while and she got the lot. She seemed to milk me dry as we lay locked together in a love lock. "Doris, You are a very passionate lady, I never thought I would have my cock up inside you as I have now, I think you are lovely." "You're not bad yourself, you know not many young men take the time to look at us, but I knew you and your aunt must have been having affair for I never saw so much a change come over anyone, as when the time you came to stay with Isobel. I knew that you were then, one of the unusual young men who didn't mind making love to an older woman." After Isobel The List 2 I wanted to meet Lady Barbara and wondered if she went to the Whist and Bridge club, but I was informed she was not a member, so how was I going to meet her. From the notes Robert gave me this was some lady, but then again one man's meat is another's gravy or something like that. Had Robert met her at church or somewhere else. She has never been in my shop, well not to my knowledge, but then I don't know everyone who comes in. We do have a number of casual and passing through trade, but we are off the main road so we don't see that many. Isn't it funny how fate comes to ones aid when you think of some problems? I was working in the shop checking all the postal and banking reports, which have to be done weekly and had just finished. After that I do the stock lists and repack the shelves ready for the coming week. Mary came into the shop from our attached house; Mary is my aunt who is pregnant with our child. "There's a lady in a chauffeur driven car at the side, she wants to talk to you." "Did she give a name Mary?" "Lady Isles or something like that." I could think of no one of that name well not living round here anyway. Not to be deterred I walked to the car and the door was opened for me by the chauffeur. "Mr Davies, could you please walk away for ten minutes I wish to talk to Duncan over a private matter." Her voice was as smooth as honey and so soft too, the smell inside of the car was thick from her heavy perfume, not the soft subtle ones I love so much. This perfume was overpowering. I saw her quite clearly she was between 55 and 65, I just couldn't tell, but she was dressed in a brightly coloured blue and green dress, hugging her thighs tight. A three-quarter sleeved bum freezer jacket, which would never meet at the front, it wasn't designed that way made from the same material as the dress. Her legs were sheathed in sheer nylon stockings with little butterfly motifs on the ankles and high heel shoes. One which was just hanging on by her toes, her ankles was crossed. She had one hand holding her elbow and she was holding a glass of something in the other. "So you are Duncan, Tarnisha Findlay spoke of you as though you were the answer to a woman's prayer. What you and she were up to has put her in a spin; I just had to see you for myself. Oh I'm Barbara Smith-Sinclair, but call me Babs. Not even Robert called me that." Whenever she mentioned Robert I came out of my trance, for I was taken in by this lady's whole bearing, looks, dress and manner. How could she ever need the likes of me to help her? Christ, there must be men falling over themselves just to get a look at her. "So you were one of Roberts ladies, I would never have thought a beautiful lady like you would ever need to seek the help you want." "Half the men I meet are either too old, impotent or queer; they wouldn't know what to do if they had it on a plate. My husband, if that's what you call him would rather play with little boys than me. "So Babs now you have seen me what is your opinion. Tarnisha and I just have a passionate liking for something and we both like to participate in," I replied, giving her enough chance to say what she wants. I know what she wants, she has to tell me herself. "We both have the same passionate liking for the same thing but it's difficult to find others of the same ilk, but I think I have found another; you. Tarnisha was telling me you love the slow models rather than the quick ones. I too prefer that model, which is even rarer, I also hate the rough which I am sorry to say Robert was, but he fitted the other criterions." "How are we going to see if we do like the same things, if you think you are the same as Tarnisha?" "I have to get my husband to accept you as a friend first, and then we can see if we are indeed lovers of the same thing. I am having a small party to-morrow evening, black tie I'm afraid, got to keep up appearances. I have a friend who is in need of a partner, silly woman divorced her husband, Janna Luney sorry a bit of a plain lady but my husband likes her, she is the scout mistress. I suspect it's because of the young boys is the reason he keeps inviting her." "A bit out of my League Babs, I don't usually go to parties where I have to wear a black tie. Oh I have one, but ages since I wore it. I'll come though, could be quite interesting." "Wonderful, just wonderful, Lumley Hall at seven then, I will look forward to seeing you, Duncan, lovely name. I like manly names. Brown warrior isn't it?" "Yes something like that." Mr Davies came back and I got out, I watched the large car glide back onto the road and drive away. "I've got an invite black tie affair to-morrow night at Lumley Hall, Mary. Personal invite from Lord and Lady Isles, something about local affairs. I'll have to dig out my togs, but I have plenty of time I have all day to-morrow. Now I had better do the stock. It looks Bill won't see me until late to-night." What a liar I have become, I could tell Mary straight but why cause trouble. She is so happy being pregnant and able to come and go as she pleases now. I don't want her to have another nervous breakdown. It was almost ten o'clock when I pulled into Lauren Browns driveway and she was out the door of her house before I got out of the car. "Oh Duncan I was beginning to think you were never coming, I have been on hot bricks all day, just thinking about us." "Well sweetheart I'm here now do I get a kiss or something?" She jumped up and put her arms around me and almost devoured me with her soft full lips, I love women with thick lips, I noticed Babs had them as well; they really made a woman look sexy, so kissable. "You can come inside for the something, would you believe I am naked under this dress, I am that eager to continue where we left off." What have I turned on here, she seems like a teenager, they are always banging away and Lauren was acting the same as the ones she keeps reporting about. I wasn't at all complaining, just marvelling at how lucky I have become having all these lovely ladies. She took me by the hand and we went straight to the bedroom where she started helping me to undress. "I want to be the seducer to-night Duncan, please give me this privilege. We have seen each others bodies so now there is no mystery, I just want to make love to you." "I will love that Lauren, I am all yours sweetheart." I lay on her bed and she approached me from the foot of the bed kissing me all the way up my legs, it was sending lovely shivers right through me, the feel of her lips and her breasts just caressing my skin. Now she switched to my inner thighs ringing her tongue on my flesh, intensifying the feelings even more. I expected her to mouth my penis, but she didn't, she kissed round it and up to my midriff. She now stopped as she placed my penis between her large breasts and rolled it between them, the feeling was sensational. "Like that darling, I can see you do, I love the feel of you there," she bent her head down and planted a kiss right on the opening on the head and combined with the feel of her breasts sent shivers through me. "Now Laurens going to ride the cock horse, this is going to be wonderful, you are so big and hard too." I stretched out my hands to help her as she changed from lying up my body to a kneeling position. "No Duncan, I want to do this all by myself." She inserted the purple crown into her moist hot vagina and it certainly was, for I immediately felt the heat of her body on the head as she opened her labial lips and inserted the head inside her passage. Then she started lowering herself so slowly, far slower than I would ever go. The feeling of the heat and the slow movement must have caused more blood to be pumped into an already engorged cock. She never speeded up; she just slowly lowered herself with her eyes closed and a look of contentment on her face until she was seated on my thighs. "I'm just going to sit here a minute savouring this lovely feeling I have at the present, You have touched my whole being, it feels so wonderful." I could feel her controlling her vaginal muscles as though caressing my cock inside of her. Then slowly she rose and I was leaving her warmth, as slow as I had entered. I looked down and it was as if her body was fighting against this act, for there was a thin lip of flesh which looked as if it was trying to hold my penis in, pouting out. When she reversed it vanished again as if it had accomplished its task. Slow and easy was our coupling, just like the last time, but it was Lauren herself who was dictating the pace. I knew she was like me and loved the slow coupling of our bodies, gaining the maximum satisfaction for each other. I couldn't hold back any longer, I had to hold her so I placed my hands on her waist just above her hips and steadied her and followed her every motion. Then her head went back and it was as if someone had tightened a vice, she gripped my penis tight and let out a long sigh. She would have fallen if I hadn't had a hold of her, but in a few seconds she was back on the same slow movement. "Lauren, you are really working me up to-night I'm about to explode." "Hold just a few minutes more for I want to climax again, but with you, I want us both to be joined forever in this euphoria." I don't know if she felt it but my body gave a shudder and then I felt my juices rise and just flood her insides. Again I was locked in that velvet container, that one part of a woman's body that men crave for, that heaven on earth. "Oh darling!" she cried as she fell onto my chest hugging me and kissing my cheek, my eyes, my nose, and then finally locking her lips against mine. "Oh that was wonderful, I just love you so much. Why has it to happen now?" she said then started bursting into tears, her tears were running down my neck they were so intense. This crying brought me out of this euphoric state I was blissfully in .What is the matter Lauren, Please tell me. Have I hurt you?" "Oh no nothing like that. It's just that I'm on an assignment for the next two weeks and I won't be able to see you all that time, just when I'm getting to know you so well." "Heavens, you had me worried there sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were off for a couple of weeks. But think of the lovely time we will have when you get back." "But, I love our lovemaking so much now, how can I live without it." "You'll see the two weeks will just fly by." I left her that evening feeling low that we had to be parted for all of two weeks. We held each other close when we showered, washing away all those signs of our lovemaking, but not the memories. "My we do look smart all dressed up," Mary said as I prepared to visit Lumley Hall. She was particularly happy today for I cast caution to the wind when I returned last night. I went and slept with her in her bed, we cuddled up all night, without me even getting a hard-on. All I wanted was to be able to hold her close knowing she was there beside me. "I loved you by my side last night Duncan, but please don't make a habit of it. Once in a while is lovely I love you near me, but please wait until our baby is born." Mary was afraid of loosing her baby having conceived so late in life. She was afraid she would never be able to conceive again and she wanted this baby so very much. She had the will power, I was the weak link, this weakness I must curtail and be a bit stronger. I was admitted to the Hall by a butler, I had never met a live butler in my life and thought they were only on movies, but Babs had a real live butler. He showed me into a room where there must have been about 20 people. A young woman served me a drink from a tray, as Barbara and a grey haired gentleman was dragged by the hand to be introduced to me. "Duncan is the partner of Janna Luney dear. Duncan this is my husband. I saw Janna a second ago she will be glad you managed to get here." She turned and in a second brought a very dowdy lady up by my side. It must have been rehearsed for Bab's husband's sake for Janna looked at me. "Oh I'm glad you could make it dear, I was afraid I'd be all alone this evening." Then she linked her arm into mine. "Lovely lady Janna and a wonderful Scout Mistress. She lets me come and help with her scouts when they camp on my land. I encourage these young lads to be good scouts. You ever in the scouts?" "No the Army," I replied. "Must have been in the Guards a big fellow like you, what." "No I was in the Military Police." "Oh, one of those, eh. Let you and Janna enjoy yourselves, speak with you later." How did Babs ever end up with an old codger like him, God did he know what he had for a wife. Now I had time to look over Janna, she was about five feet four inches tall, about a 34 bust and 37 hips. She was wearing a drab dark grey long dress and a long jacket thing over the top which itself came to her knees, it was open with no apparent fastenings, so it was designed to be worn open. A gold necklace with a single stone on a pendant around her neck and a ladies gold Rolex watch on her wrist. Her hair was black and cut square across her brow and just below the lobes of her ears it was combed straight down, I think the style was called a page boy. She had sad brown eyes and her eyebrows were black and almost met, but were plucked. A small pert nose and a down at the mouth sad look. Oh and she wore flat heeled shoes. She wasn't more than forty and she wore no rings, but Babs had told me she was newly divorced. "Well Janna, it looks as if we have been thrown together, I hope I haven't disappointed you, I think you look lovely, I particularly like your hair style. I either like a woman with long hair or cut like yours." Myself, I couldn't care less how their hair is, but I had to praise something about her, so she felt relaxed and that I had at least paid attention to her. Women like to be complemented on their dress or looks. Janna was no different, now the sides of her mouth turned up and she smiled. "Thank you Duncan for your complement and no I'm not disappointed on being as you say thrown together, in fact I am very happy we have been. You are really a very tall and well built man. See you tower over all the men here, I've never been escorted by such a big man before." We moved around and Janna introduced me to everyone, she seemed to know all of the people here. I too was being weighed up, for most of the people here I haven't met and are not amongst the class that I usually mix with. These were big business people, not shopkeepers like myself. Right away I could spot ladies that could use my service. Robert told me he could spot them, now I was beginning too. It was the way they looked at you and as they passed you, made a point of touching you with there dress, but pretending to look away. Their whole bodies were screaming "Look at me, I am willing". Body language was something that people can not hide; it gives you away no matter how much you try. But my escort this evening was Janna and she deserved the respect and my full attention. I would give her this. I think she thought I would just be introduced as her partner and that would be it. She was real happy that I escorted her, allowed her to stand by my side and link into my arm whenever she felt like it. There was a sit down supper and she sat by my side, she even brought her chair closer so she could be even closer. I saw this movement of the chair prior to us being seated. I even held the chair for her, as only two other gentlemen done for their escorts. This seemed to please her more than anything, getting treated as a lady. She sat with her hand on my thigh as we sat at the table, gently squeezing it but neither moving her hand up or down. Just a gentle resting of her hand and the opening and closing of her fingers. When she had to use her utensils the hand was removed but replaced whenever she stopped. Here was a lady that was seeking attention. I am sure before the evening is over I will have at least an invitation for another meeting or to accompany her home. Only Barbara had been on Roberts's list and this was virgin territory and excluding Janna. I spotted four, possibly five elderly dowagers who would only need to be approached to be invited to share the pleasures of the flesh. If I can keep in with this group, plus the Whist and Bridge club, I would have ample opportunity to fulfil most of my fantasies. It was becoming obvious that the party was breaking up by the movement to the doors. One rather plump lady in her late sixties, whose name I had forgotten, approached me as I was standing alone. I hear you are a Whist player, next Saturday at my house it is my turn to cater for our little group, would you care to make up the numbers?" "Certainly Ah..." "Beryl!" "Certainly Beryl I would love to come, but I don't have your address." "Silly me," she said taking a card from her purse and handing it to me. "See you at seven then Duncan, casual dress for this occasion." Now who told her my name? Janna suddenly appeared at my side, I suppose she had been to the powder room but she was all smiles. "I have thoroughly enjoyed myself this evening, it's a pity we have to end it so soon," she said. I chuckled inside, I knew that this could possibly happen I was expecting though 'Could we meet again.', but this was also on the cards. "Yes it is, I thoroughly enjoyed your lovely company. Yes just when we were getting to know one another too." "Would you like to call into my place for a night cap, I only live a mile up the road." "I would love to, you lead and I will follow." "I will go and get my coat and thank Barbara," she said dashing away like an eager beaver. As I was waiting Barbara came up to me, "I believe you are leaving, take care of Janna she is my best friend. I wish it was me that was being taken home but my time will come; now my husband thinks you and Janna are a couple." She bent forward and placed those lovely lips of hers gently on mine. She tasted like honey but I had a younger woman to-night and the evening was yet young. In fact it was under a mile before we pulled up to a very secluded two story house. She drove straight into an open garage and I pulled in alongside of her. She then pressed her remote and the doors closed. We entered the house through an access door from the garage into a hallway. She turned half way down and put her arms around my neck and kissed me, pressing her tongue through my lips. "I have wanted to do that all evening," she said still clinging to me. I put my arms around her and pulled her close and returned her kiss then I dropped both hands to her bottom and drew her closer to my boner. Pushing it hard against her abdomen, she actually ground her stomach against me, letting me know she understood and how she felt. We went straight upstairs into her bedroom where she kicked off her shoes into the corner. "I won't beat about the bush, I wanted you the moment I saw you, please get undressed for I want nothing between us. If there is one thing I love is sex and that has been deprived me for the past few years that was why I divorced my husband. I hope you are not all show as he was, for I need a real man." As she spoke she was shedding her clothing and she had the loveliest underwear, nothing like the ladies I have met in the past few months. This was what I was going to buy Mary; I could just see her in this lingerie. I wasn't that far behind her and I leapt on the bed the same time she did. Her breasts may not have been as big as my other ladies, but hers were firm, so firm I wondered why she wore a bra at all, Her love patch was well trimmed and short. A very lovely body with a slim waist. We both knew what we were here for and we just came together, she dropping onto her back and me between her stretched open legs. "No need to worry, I am on the Pill so let me have your sperm Duncan, inside, not on my stomach." After Isobel The List 2 Well that was plain enough and she smelt lovely, the perfume I had hardly noticed all evening. The perfume was that subtle and now it was mixed with her woman smell, this was the best scent of all. This was the one that all men recognises. She was sending all the scent signals her mature body could send and I think I got the lot. I entered her, with an intake of air through her mouth and a loud Ah as I sunk right to the hilt. Her knees came up and the feet locked behind me. I didn't need to be told she wanted me to just stay there, for most women want this, a time to savour and adjust to the invasion of their bodies. I have been told by many women that most men don't give them this time to enjoy the full feeling they like, but are too concerned with their own self gratification. Then I slowly withdrew and entered at the same pace, this was the way I liked it and I wasn't going to be pushed into any other way. I really pushed my cock to the limit getting the full satisfaction of being buried in this ladies most private of privates She was offering me her own being. I knew that there were very few men whom she has granted this unique pleasure and I wasn't about to abuse that privilege. I like to treat all my ladies with respect and leave them their dignity. For the position she was in at the present moment wasn't the most dignified position one expects to see a lady in, but we all know they have been in this situation themselves. How else would we be here? She was trying to speed it up as her climax was coming but I continued maybe a little faster but not the rapid thrashing I used to do. I felt her contractions grab my penis for just that few seconds and heard the low sigh and her grip on me by her legs and knew that Janna had climaxed. I soon followed and gave her the full barrel deep into her cavity. Then we lay embraced in each others arms. Both smiling at one another. Me with the knowledge that I had another scalp under my belt. The youngest since I returned from the Forces. The ladies at the Tuesday Whist and Bridge Club were so different from the ones I mixed with on Sunday. I wasn't complaining at all just making an observation. A woman was a woman as far as I was concerned. When they were on their back with their legs open they were all the same, 16 to 90. The only thing I hadn't been with a lady that old, but tonight I nearly did. Partners were chosen from a barrel to stop any unfair play with good players playing with good players as partners. Some times the draw favours two good players but generally it came out even. I was partnered with old Stephanie Mount, she was in her high seventies and she was one of Roberts list ladies. He was very full of praise for her sexual performance. Before the game started I paid particular attention to Stephanie. She wasn't tall most of these ladies were under five feet five inches some even below five. All had lost their youthful figures and bearing, but some were more agile than others. Stephanie was one of the less agile ones, even although she walked quite well. Her breasts were quite low and she had her hair cut off the collar and coloured blue. Not the pin up model at all. She was wearing which seems the standard dress of the elderly ladies, a floral dress with a wide skirt; she was wearing stockings and flat shoes. Every finger had a ring or rings on them and about a dozen bangles on her wrist, which she had the habit of shaking. She lived two doors up from Samantha almost opposite my shop. So if I was going to add her to my conquests no one would think anything of it if I walked her home. She knew I was watching her and half way through the first half of our card she brought the subject up. "You've been eyeing me all night, are you trying to get up the courage to ask me something? If you are then yes, you walk me home I was wondering when you would come and see me. Robert used to come twice a week, but I know you can't, you have your shop to run, but once a fortnight would be lovely. I heard you have a far bigger cock than Robert, That's why I have been creaming myself thinking of it." I just looked at her and smiled, what was there to say she had said it all. In fact this evening we won, due to her skilful play, she was a real master at the game. That wasn't the only thing she was a master of, as I found out when I went home with her. No it wasn't sexual, it was the piano, she had a masters degree in classical music, Piano, which was proudly displayed on the wall of her lounge. As I was looking at her Degree on the wall I saw out the corner of my eye Stephanie go behind a lounge chair and lift her dress and then she wriggled as though removing her panties or stockings. Then she came over to where I was standing and got on her knees and started to unzip my trousers. I leant down put a hand under her arm-pits and lifted her up, "Just what are you doing Stephanie?" I asked with as gentle a voice I could muster. "I was only doing what Robert told me to do and I thought you wanted me to do the same," she said in a low voice with head held down. I put a hand under her chin and lifted it so I could see her eyes but she attempted to look anywhere but at me. "I will not have you humiliating and degrading yourself by that kind of action, Stephanie. That is the action of a tart and a slut. It is obvious by just looking at you that that was something you thought degrading, so why do it?" I scolded her. "If I didn't Robert wouldn't do it." "How did he do it as you say?" "He made me bend over the arm of the chair and did it from behind." "I'm sure that wasn't the way you wanted it, was it Stephanie." "No I wanted to be loved in bed, naked." "Stephanie, it isn't being loved its being fucked, nothing else. Pure sexual pleasure nothing else." "That's what I meant. I like it better with the lights out but Robert wanted the main lights on. He said he wanted to see my reactions." "I must disagree with you Stephanie, a low light, like a candle is better than total darkness." She was now looking at me with almost begging eyes. "Have you any candles? If you have light one, go into your bedroom, get undressed and I will come in presently." Like an obedient pet she smiled and off she went, later I saw her with a lighted candle entering her bedroom which was off the lounge. Why had Robert humiliated this old lady, this wasn't the first bad report I have had of his rough and humiliating attitude. He seemed to get a great kick out of degrading these ladies who were only looking for a bit of affection of the physical kind. Like the majority of males we completely ignored these ladies, who seem to retain their sexual desires far longer than us mere males. Yet whilst their breeding age is well past, their desires remain. Whereas us males start going downhill rapidly in mid life that was why Viagra was in so much of a demand now-a-days, because the libido had gone and the only way to get it back was by artificial means. Mostly so that middle aged men can give these ladies what they want most. All that went through my mind as I slowly stripped in her lounge. I must try and give this old lady back her dignity, which has been cruelly taken away, by a minister of the cloth. I went into Stephanie's bedroom and she was in bed with the covers up to her chin with only her head showing. She had placed the candle on her dressing table where the mirror intensified the light, and gave a warm glow to the room. Her eyes followed me all the way in. She had removed her glasses so I suspect that she was only seeing me as a blur. I got into bed and she came and hugged me, pressing her flat dangling breasts onto my chest. "This was one of the things I longed for, just feeling a man against me." I put my arms around her and hugged the old lady. She started crying the tears running down my chest. I just rocked her like one would a baby and I felt her tense body relax. We lay like this for about fifteen minutes and surprisingly I was as hard as a rock. When I got in bed I was limp, I had felt sorry for Stephanie by the way she had been made to humiliate herself, but now I knew why I was here, to sink my cock into another female. God I knew she wanted cock, so badly, by the way her hand was trying to push my cock down towards her old fanny. It was so easy to roll her on her back and get between those ancient legs. She eagerly guided me to her womanhood and I sank in. I sat back on my knees and lifted her wrinkled bottom and sank in to the full limit. I looked down and she had a wide grin on her face and her eyes were closed. She looked like she was in a dream, her head slowly going from side to side as I sank in and out of her surprisingly moist passage. She was no comparison to Janna, but I love fucking a woman who obviously love the feel of a cock in her body and Stephanie had all the looks of a happy women. The good thing of fucking matron ladies was there was no fear of pregnancy so when I climaxed I just let rip inside of her. I slowly withdrew and she lowered her legs and just curled up on her side. Soon she was asleep, so I went into her bathroom and washed myself. Went back into the bedroom pulled the covers up over her, blew out the candle. I then returned to the lounge where I dressed and then I left. I had been in her house thirty five minutes only and in that time I had put another lady on my list. The next morning Stephanie came into the shop, all smiles and when she came up to the counter she said, "Duncan, thank you for all you done, thank you for showing what a fool I was. There was no need to lower myself to his level. As for you, come and see me any time, even just for a chat, I class you as a very dear friend." All the time she was saying this I saw a tear in her eye and she had both of her hands over mine. She left the shop her head held a lot higher than I saw her on Tuesday night. I contacted no-one nor did anyone contact me for the rest of the week. Just as well for I had a doubt of conscience. Was I being too concerned about my own sexual gratification and the ability to get into the knickers of it seems any woman I go after. Or was it I was now able to tell just what women to approach. Robert said he could tell right away, which lady needed his help as he put it. Maybe I have now got that gift. I know that learning to read a woman's body language helps immensely, but I never paid much attention before when eyeing women, yet we were trained in the Military Police to pay particular attention to body language. I took out Roberts's list and tore it up; I'm not going to humiliate any more of his ladies. I will go my own way and meet my own. I still had my aim in mind. But that is now a completely new tale of conquests. After Isobel "Oh, I find no difference, Doris, honestly. Any time you feel inclined I will always be glad to help." "I want us to be very good friends, not just for you and I to copulate." "Doris, just say the word, fuck. And I would love to fuck you again." "Yes and I too, but maybe the next time in a more congenial atmosphere like my bedroom?" "Funny I was thinking of that earlier." "Oh lovely Duncan, we are going to get an great together. I have been waiting since my late husband passed away to have someone comfort me and I know I have found that person in you." "I hope I can live up to your expectations!" "You already have, I feel so happy and so full, my you really are a very big man. The other ladies in the area are surely going to find out and you will be pestered." "As long as they are clean and willing why should I push them away." "I'll have to keep my claws into you to make sure I can have some of your time." "Doris, no fear about that, you are my number one lady." "I'll keep you to that statement," she said laughing and hugging me tight. After that we got up and I picked up her small panties,"I'm going to keep these as a reminder of the best woman I have ever bedded." "But you haven't bedded me yet, but you keep your trophy, if that is what you want, as long as you feel that way about me." "I won't be pinching any more, just this one, is enough for me." She came right up to me and kissed me once more. God this woman was very comfortable to have around. "I'll be seeing you Doris, just give me a ring when you want me to come and see you." "Now I know how you feel I certainly will," she said as we parted in her doorway. When I got back home Mary was waiting up for me. I looked at her and hated myself for leaving her here all alone for the few hours I had been away. She looked so much like Isobel as she looked up at me with those sad eyes. "I was waiting for my good-night kiss Duncan, I missed you." It had become a habit the past two weeks since she came to stay here that I gave her a kiss at bedtime, purely out of habit, but it looked like she has taken it a bit more seriously. So I bent and kissed her and let her hang on a bit longer than usual with her arms around my neck. Another thing I shouldn't have been doing is patting her bottom as she turned and made for her bedroom. I showered and got into bed, but no sooner had I got in and Mary came into my bedroom, she never closed the door just walked in, cast off her dressing gown and came into bed with me. "Make love to me, just like you did my sister, I don't care if you think I am she, I just want you to love me." "Mary I would never mistake you for Isobel, you know what we will be committing if we do, it would be incest." "I'm not worried are you? I have been without a man all these years, it was because of a man I ended up there, but somehow I don't think you will treat me as he did." Now she was really up close and my hands were moving softly over her naked body, discovering all the curves and bumps. I tried to avoid this happening, yet deep down I knew that it would. Mary was so much like Isobel for it not to happen, all I had done was put off the inevitable. I really felt ashamed for only hours before I had lain with another woman and told her how much I liked her body, here was a younger woman than she and I knew I was going to make love to her also and again feel this was the best to date. Have we such a short span of mind. Mary made no attempt to become dominant, in fact she was trying to burrow under my body, so that I would have her under me. It was as if she was attempting to get as close to me as possible. "Mary, I just knew that we would end up like this. The first day I saw you I knew. What is it that draws me to you, I am younger than you but age makes no difference to me. I really wanted you from the first night when you arrived. I fought it, but I couldn't win could I?" "No, I had made up my mind that you were to be my partner. I don't care if you and my sister were lovers. I want to be more than that, I want to be part of you. Duncan I want you to make me pregnant. I still have my periods, but not for long. Give me a love child, I don't care if it is a boy or girl. I want you to fuck me until I fall pregnant, then don't touch me until after the baby is born. I don't want to put anything in the way to make me lose it. Will you do this for me?" "You know the perils of this conception?" "I don't care, give me a baby." "Then before I could do anything she was astride me and I was sinking into her warm passage. It was obvious that she had been abstaining for a long time, as she was very tight, also I wasn't the littlest men she chose, but we fitted like a glove, as she gyrated on my penis." "How ever did you grow as big as this, you sure your name isn't in some record book? Its beautiful, oh yes, I love you Duncan with all my being, fill me up with your sperm, deep as deep as you can get." she cried out as she bounced herself and me into a climax. "Please lift your knees up so I can lean back." she asked. She sat there and went to sleep or just shut her eyes and never said a word. For some reason I never flopped out and remained in a semi hard state, occasionally her muscles twitched sending further exquisite thrills up my penis. This was even better than I imagined. I must have dozed too but I was awakened by the feeling if being masturbated but it wasn't by her hand but by the action of her hips as she was riding the cock horse once more. After I climaxed for the third time this evening I was knackered and it was me who fell asleep this time. My bed was Mary's bed, I wanted it this way, I ignored all the hints etc I got from the visiting ladies, just as it had been when I lived with Isobel. Mary had a warmer and happier personality than Isobel had and now the house was filled with laughter. Robert came round to see me as he promised and I was astonished by what he told me. "For the past five years I have been servicing or have serviced 12 mature ladies of the congregation, well that's the number that is around at present, five others have either died or left the parish. I was hoping that you could take over when I leave." He must have noticed my look of astonishment. "No need to look so dumb founded, they made the approach to me. I'm single and I love my sex. When I saw you at Doris Younger's, I knew you were a kindred soul, no need to agree right away, I still have a couple of months left and I'm not going to be stuck with an empty bed so to speak. I'll drop the list off for you before I leave, some of the names on the list will shock you. You can take it or leave it." "But you are the minister of the cloth, how could you stand up there on a Sunday and preach to these same women." "No problems at all, I found out quite some time ago that I wasn't cut out for this job, so I looked around for something I would like better, that is why I am joining the police. I will still have contact with these women, well not these particular ones, but they are available in every community. The stuck up ones, who you think a simple swear word will offend them, and two minutes later they have their mouths wrapped around your cock or even worse. No, I have had my eyes opened doing this work, a few of my friends too have left, for the same reason." "You are just cynical Robert, I am sure you are exaggerating somewhat." "Think so, I can spot good potential now-a-days, but some are still hedging. That is why I left Doris alone, I knew she would come round one day, it's just you were in the right place, you know the rest. I'll tell you one who is over that edge and is under your nose, Samantha, from "Tuo Peek" cottage, the one who comes and works in your shop. She would be flat on her back with her legs up in the air begging you to fuck her if you just asked. Try it and see if I am wrong, The only thing she is a Catholic and out of my territory." True to his word he had brought a bottle along and he had drank most of it himself and I wondered if it was the bottle talking, or if what he was saying was true. In the meantime, I was quite happy with Mary and getting as much sex as I wanted. Two days before Robert left us for good, he came round and handed me an envelope, "Here is that list I promised you, I have added another three since I spoke to you, I have given you all the quirks and tips. Don't look at it until I have gone, and the best of luck." That was the last time I saw him as he left the shop. Mary helped in the shop now, there was no need to tell the customers who she was, one look at her and they knew that Isobel and Mary had to be sisters. So the comments I got were "I see you have your Aunt staying with you now." which I agreed. Also she was pregnant within the first month, so my honeymoon had come to an end. After confirmation, first by the self-test kit, then by the doctor Mary moved back into her own room as arranged. "Better to put temptation out of reach." were her words to me. Now she was happier than ever, and always giving me a peck or a kiss when we were alone. "Duncan I would rather you go out in the evenings, join something, go play whist as you done before. That way I won't be tempted to drop my guard. I feel safe in the house now, so don't worry about me." she said one evening as we watched the idiot box together. "Yes, I have been tempted already and it's only a few days, what am I to be like after nine months." "Go and get yourself a clean woman, and vent your frustrations on her, I don't mind a bit, honestly, just don't bring her into our home." "No, but I may go visit some people and talk some business with them, I also have to see Samantha over the time she covered me in the shop." "Yes Duncan, go and cover her, and give her the feel of that lovely penis of yours, she will appreciate it I can tell you," she laughed as she saw my face flush. "Men, but what would we do without them." This was the second person to tell me go see Samantha, so I will. I felt as brave as anything until I got to Samantha's door then the doubts flashed through my mind. What if's, too numerous to mention, but the hand went up and used the knocker on the door. A few minutes later a voice from behind the door. "Who is there and what do you want?" "It's Duncan from the shop, I just called round to square off with you for coming in at short notice." I heard the bolts shoot open, the key turn in the lock and the door slowly open. "Please come in, I don't like to leave my door open too long." Sure as hell she was dressed as if she was in the twenties, with her high necked dress and long sleeves, her dress to her ankles and a watch on a necklace around her neck, her hair was brushed up and secured by a large comb. She wore no make-up , but then I've never seen her with any on. There was a huge smile on her face though as if she had gained access to the cookie jar. "What exactly did you want to see me about." she asked coming up real close. "Truthfully, I wondered if would like my company." "That could be true, but you are such a large young man and I'm so small alongside of you. Tell me one thing, truthfully now, were you and your aunt Isobel sleeping together. I don't think your sleeping with Mary, she's pregnant isn't she?" "Yes, and she was about your size too. And you guessed right about Mary." "I knew it, she was a lucky woman having had you so near every night, it was a shame the Lord took her away." "To answer your question, yes I would love your company. You surely knew that I think I dropped enough hints." "I like a woman who is honest and I will be too. I need a woman and I was certain that you needed a man too. If I have offended you I will leave right now." I managed to get out. "Oh no you won't, God it must have taken a lot of courage to knock on my door and admit that?" "Oh it did, I can tell you that." "As you said lets be truthful with each other and set the terms so to speak. Call any evening after dark, but not in the day-time unless it's to work in the shop. Agreed." "Agreed." I replied. I felt we were arranging a meeting not a fuck session, but I will go along with her, I haven't even touched her yet and here we are talking openly like this. "Are you a quickie lady or the whole hog?" "There is only one place, the bedroom, shall we retire?" she said now taking my arm and leading me to her room at the back of the house. Old fashioned wasn't the word for it, she even wore a corset. Her figure was all contorted with her corset and clothing, she had a lovely body, but her hips were a bit narrow. She had had no children, so there wouldn't have been any problems. She even wore baggy bloomers where the elastic on the legs came to just above her knees. Then she undone the combs in her hair and her hair cascaded down her back all the way to her waist. She crawled onto the bed and approached me cat like, her breasts hanging down from her chest, moving up my legs, then her head dropped and she had my penis in her mouth, which was really stretched to get it in. "You are a big man, that's the first time I have ever had to give up doing that, but I'll come back to it." She kept kissing her way up until my penis passed over her pubic hairs. She reached behind her and inserted me into her vagina and raised herself and slid down my entire shaft. I don't think I will ever forget her face as she slid down, her eyes popped open wide and her mouth was open, but she had committed herself and there was no way of stopping the entry. Up I went and down she came, with both her legs pointing to my head and her sitting on my thighs. "A lot bloody more than I am used to, and wow I have taken the lot. Now I see why Isobel had a smile on her face, what woman wouldn't." "Oh you are far too big to lie on me, you would crush my body. At least this way, you have my weight, which isn't half of yours and I think I get more in this way. Now she started moving up and down, but I wanted to be the dominant. It was so easy to stand up turn her around with me still inside of her and set her down on her knees and start moving in and out, Samantha started thrashing her hips back into me as I drove myself into her body. Not only back and forward but rotating as well, Now she was in a frenzy and asking me to "Fuck me harder, I want you to split me open, get in as deep as you can, Oh yes that's it, Wow, Ah!Ah!Ah! She sighed as I shot my load into her. "Oh Duncan, I love your cock, how did you get it so big and fat, surely you weren't born with a penis like that? "Yes I've always been a bit bigger than my peers." "Oh yes you can call any evening, and any time, when you feel you need a bit of loving, just knock or even call me I will have the door open for you as well as my legs. Please never mention our relationship, please Duncan. I would feel so ashamed if anyone knew." "Samantha, my lips are sealed, I definitely will be calling again." "Oh I am so pleased, and you have been so gentle with me." All this was said as she let me out of her front door. I must have been blind, Robert sure could read these ladies. I suddenly remembered the list he had given me still in the envelope unopened on my desk. I must have a look at this list and see who is actually on it.