and as she started on the small talk her hand crept surreptitiously under the table and felt for the zip in Joe’s pants. She signalled to Sandy to stand back and with one last squeeze of Joes smooth ripe plums stood back to watch the show. And here she was again, coming towards him and sitting beside him. He walked as steadily up the stairs as he could and regained the sanctuary of the flat. She could see his bare balls. He walked as quickly as he dared, holding back the urge to run and terrified that Maddie would not let him back in if he didn’t follow her instructions. Then he reached the skip, his heart thumping, he looked round, there was nobody there. He walked up to her. “Legs apart sweetie”, said Maddie to Joe and then, “you know what to do Sandy”. “Yes”, gulped Joe.
