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About once a monthVicky met herfriend Sheila for a night out.They both worked hard and neither ofthem got out much, so they really liked to go for it and let their hair down. Even though Sheila was a few years older than Vicky it didn't matter, they had a really good time.

One night, after drinking far too many Bacardi's, Sheila confided in her friend that she was a bit worried about her son Mark. 'He's23 and he hasn't even started dating women yet' she slurred, 'his Dad is beginning toworry that maybe dating women isn't his thing and that he's hiding something from us'. Vicky blushed, hoping that the subdued lighting along with the state of her friend would hide it for her. She remembered about their secretbrief encounter at the house at the previous New Years party, his passionate kiss, his tender caress, she knew that he was dating women, but maybe not the women that his parents had in mind. They hadboth beena little embarrassed the following day andvowed not to mention it again, but obviously the attraction was too strong to control sometimes, and theyoften ended up sneaking off from a party togetherwhenever possible. They knew that they could never mention it to anyone, after all, it wasn't an actual relationship, just the odd passionate encounter which would cause a lot of trouble if it was ever discovered, there was Vicky's husband for a start! Vicky was well aware that Mark had other sexual encounters,and thathe seemed to prefer dating women who were much older than himself, and knew that his parents just wouldn't understand. There was plenty of time to settle down with a nice girl of his own age, but for now he was enjoying sex with more experienced partners.

Vicky tried to reassure her friend Sheila that they had nothing to worry about with Mark, but she obviously couldn't say too much to make her suspicious. 'I'm sure he's a normal red blooded male' she argued, 'maybe he's just a slow starter, or maybe he's waiting for the right woman to come along. You'd complain if he was bringing a different woman home every week wouldn't you?'. Sheila agreed that maybe she was worrying for nothing. After all, Mark was an only child, had always been a 'good boy' and she was sure that he would neverkeep any secrets from her. Vicky smiled sweetly and agreed.