“What?” she demanded. “No, sex clubs, good lord, I thought you were a man’s man,” she said, “You know.”
“Good god no, no,” Bertie insisted, “No pretty wench every time.”
“Yet you don’t have a girlfriend?” she asked. Mom xxx Dotty struggled but Bertie easily raised her flimsy dress and undid her brazier and pulled down her pants, leggings and flat shoes. Dotty went quiet as she thought of Maureen’s sweet kisses and experienced fingers followed by Bertie supplying a nice squirt of cock juice, maybe she was should have tried it before ruling it out. “Look contrary to popular belief every young lady is not at risk of being ravished when left alone in a railway compartment with a gentleman,” Bertie insisted, “Anyway you’re a chum, not some random wench to us as cum dump.”
“Oh charming, cum dump,” Dotty replied, “Is that how you see me?”
“No, Of course not.” Bertie replied.
