Gary listened with great interest, especially about her tales of her sexual exploits and her session with another woman. Now that would have been a sight to see, he thought. He felt his penis twitch in his pants. He studied her more closely and liked the look of her long blond hair and trim figure. He loved blonde women and he wondered if her colour was natural. She was very pretty and he thought she would be a lot of exciting fun in bed and wondered how he could engineer a session with her. Her breasts pushed at her shirtfront and if he was not mistaken, he could see hard nipples thrusting forwards beneath the fabric. He felt himself starting to harden further. His mind dwelt on images of her and another woman in bed, kissing and writhing naked together, something he had always longed to see.

“What was it like?” he asked before he had his brain in gear.

Pippa frowned. “What was what like?”

He realised that he had spoken his thoughts aloud when he should have kept his mouth zipped tightly shut. He tried to back away from his indiscretion. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Gary, it must be more than nothing. What were you talking about?”

Damn it, she won’t let it go until I tell her. “I just wondered what it was like…you know…being with another woman.”

“Have you never been with a woman then?”

He was embarrassed. “Well…yes…of course I have. I just wondered what two women felt when they got, you know…involved together.” He wanted to ask what one woman thought while licking another’s pussy but didn’t dare.

She looked at him carefully. “That, Gary, my lad, is something you will never know.”

“Okay, point taken,” he said. However, the images he conjured up of her refused to leave him and it was with a supreme effort that he stopped his penis from getting any stiffer.