Oh Alison - how delightful to finally meet you! A true kinky heart! A truly awful ode to you but I needed to write of the fabulous meeting in the cafe. Your honesty moved me and I have thought non stop of your perverse desires.

We shall speak soon x

"Finally I meet her, now she is real,

The 'bol' as her boy calls her,

She sits in the cafe, so quiet and still,

She smiles and asks "am I Rykber?"

Her twins sit with her at her table,

She's not alone, she cannot be,

She's tied by her circumstance,

Her commitment... we'll see.

I explain my requirements to the bol,

I need to take her panties and bra,

She leaves for the loo, leaving me in charge,

Will she comply or won't go that far.

She delights me with her gifts,

Her jiggly blouse forewarns me,

Her erect nipples so visible,

Flushed face, she lets me see

My present in a tesco bag

White bra and black cotton thong,

So sensible, so mumsy,

But she still goes along.

She confesses her deep and tingly desires

Of bare breasted beaches and looks from admirers

Men and women of all ages see,

And she enjoys all the stares, especially from 'B'