It was at this point I knew I could and would fuck who I wanted and when I wanted, I would tell Dave, but not ask him. We agreed that Toby could come and stay with us at weekends whenever he wished. I was just turned 23 and so Philip was 48 (I think). What I did notice was when I was getting ready I was becoming wet at the thought of my exposure not just the sex. As we left the pub and going back to the car, my mind was all over the place as to how this was going to happen, but Dave giving my new lover a lift ½ mile back to his flat, all became a blur. After our third meeting he asked me to dress in just high heels and stockings and to greet him at the front door like that. I wasn’t too sure being nearly 16 his senior that he’d be interested in me.
