Two days earlier, thirty-five-year-old Chris Rose had dialled a phone number that he believed to belong to a woman named Susan, a number that a mutual friend had given him with a view to Chris and Susan meeting on a blind date. As it turned out, Chris had got one digit wrong in the number that he had written down and dialled, and right now he was delighted that he had done. The number he wrote down and dialled actually be...

We rose from the couch and kissed, passionately. She was good at it; well, so am I. She immediately reached into my sleep shorts and started groping my swelling cock. I gently pulled her hand away, saying, "There's time for that, my dear. The good thing about making love. versus just having sex, is that there's always time to play, to build the excitement and the intimacy. We can learn about each other. And from each othe...

"Hello?" said thirty-nine-year-old Donna Braithwaite, as she answered her landline phone to a number that she did not recognise. "Hello, is that Susan?" said the male voice on the other end. "No, sorry, I think you have the wrong number," said Donna. "Oh, that is a shame, you sound so nice," said the man. "Ha, thank you, but I expect Susan sounds nice too," said Donna, who was single. "I wouldn't know, I was given her num...

Stella Edrich, aged fifty-nine, was to go to the house owned by Vicky and David Carroll on Monday morning to make sure that it was clean and tidy for their return from holiday. Stella normally cleaned three times a week when Vicky and David were at home, but in their absence, it had been agreed that Stella would visit twice, on the Wednesday of their holiday, and again the day before their return. The house had not been u...

Stella Edrich put on makeup before going to the house owned by Vicky and David Carroll, a house that she normally cleaned three times a week. Stella did not usually put on makeup to go to the house, but she was not going there to clean, she was going there to get a good fucking. The fucking was going to be from Vicky and David's eighteen-year-old son, Dean, and Stella knew that it would be sensational because Dean had fuc...

"There is plenty of food in the freezer, and Mrs Edrich will be in on Wednesday to clean, so don't leave the place in a state," said Vicky Carroll to her eighteen-year-old son, Dean. "And no wild parties," said Dean's dad, David. "We will see you in ten days," added Vicky. "Yeah, yeah, all understood; have a great time," said Dean to his parents, who were going off on holiday. Dean could not go even if he had wanted to, b...

Three weeks had passed since thirty-something Tony Fuller had had a four-night/five-day coach holiday in Scotland. Tony had never visited Scotland before, and he fell in love with the scenery. Something else that Tony fell in love with was having sex with fifty-two-year-old Sharon Jefferson, who was the tour guide on the coach. They had sex on the evenings of nights two, three and four. Tony and Sharon were both single, T...

It was breakfast time in the hotel on what was the fourth morning of a five-day Scottish coach holiday. The party would be leaving the hotel that had been home for the last two nights after breakfast for some more sightseeing before spending the last night of the holiday in another hotel. Coach driver Clare Murdoch and tour guide Sharon Jefferson had loaded the passenger's luggage on the coach ready for leaving soon after...

Coach tour guide Sharon Jefferson, aged fifty-two, was on a five-day/four-night trip to Scotland and with two nights still to go, it had been sexually pleasing for her. She had not been very happy going into the trip because an affair that she had been having with a coach driver from the company, Dave Trinder, had been halted by the company changing working schedules so that she and Dave no longer travelled together. Alth...