Like his friend Dave, Alan had known Ian since school; Ian was going out with a girl called Lisa who was a friend of mine. It was the night that he intended to pop the question to Lisa and we were all down our local pub, the Phoenix, celebrating and having a good time. During the evening Alan had a sudden urge to have some fun that night and asked me if I fancied a threesome with Ian. I am not sure if it was a case of me fancying Ian or wanting to get one over on Lisa that really made my decision but I eagerly accepted Alan’s suggestion.
Ian was taller than me, slim with long curly hair. He was a year older than me and about 4 inches shorter than Alan.
Come the end of the evening Ian had drunk a fair amount and it was Alan’s job to drive him home. Before we left the pub he again asked me if she still wanted to have sex with Ian that night. I was quite drunk now and was well up for the threesome, I was almost begging Alan to let me have him. We bought a bottle of Southern Comfort and all headed home. First stop was to drop Lisa off. Ian and Lisa had been kissing and touching each other in the back seat of the car but had not been able to do anything else. As we dropped Lisa at her home Alan and I waited in the car while she and Ian had a quick kiss and grope, and after Ian had said goodnight he got back in the car and we set off to take him home. On the way to dropping Ian off we stopped at my Alan’s parents flat and we all went in for a few more drinks.
Soon Ian had to head for the loo. While he was emptying his bladder I quickly went to Alan’s bedroom, stripped out of my clothes, put my dressing gown on, came back and sat on Alan’s knee.
When Ian returned Alan and I were enjoying ourselves kissing and cuddling. As Ian sat down and picked up his drink Alan was busy massaging my clit under my dressing gown. I was extremely excited and looking over at Ian I said, “Poor Ian’s got no one to have any fun with tonight”. Alan looked at him and said, “Do you want to borrow Kay for a while?” Before he could work out an answer I stood up and was on her way over. I sat on his knee and began to kiss him. Now everyone has a different reaction. Some guys need a lot of leading while others are very quick on the uptake. Ian was one of the latter. He had also had a bit of a crush on me for some time, unlike his girlfriend who was rather flat chested I had a very full set of tits and Ian had always liked them. As soon as I had made myself comfortable on Ian’s knee I kissed him and as I did I felt his hand shoot inside my dressing gown onto my tits. Then just as quickly it shot down between her legs and his fingers started to massage my pussy.
Alan had his camera handy and began to take some pictures of us as we kissed and petted each other. I could feel Ian’s member pressing into me as I wiggled in his lap. Ian did not seem to care about the pictures; he was much more interested in putting his hands all over me and having his wicked way with me. My dressing gown soon fell open and Alan could see that Ian had his hand wedged between her legs and his thumb inside my pussy massaging away. As my tits became exposed he was straight onto my right nipple with his lips.



We kissed and fondled each other for a short while then I began to undress him. I took his shirt off then got off his knee and we both stood up. I then knelt in front of him and removed his trousers and pants to reveal his big hard circumcised penis. It was the first time I had stripped anyone other than Alan and it was extremely exciting. It was also my first go with a circumcised guy and I was going to enjoy it. Before I stood back up I took Ian’s tool in my hands and kissed the end of it, then I slowly licked it and finally I put my mouth around it and gently sucked him for a minute.
Alan became very aroused as he watched me sucking Ian’s manhood, it was another first for both of us and Alan was loving it almost as much as I was.
Ian and I then went over to the sofa. I lay down on my back and Ian put his head between my legs spending a minute enjoying the taste of fresh pussy. Eventuality he mounted me and we began to have sex. As usual I was quite vocal as Ian entered me; it’s a bad habit of mine. I moaned quite loudly, kissing him and digging my claws into his ass and back. Alan says it’s nearly impossible to mount an overly excited Kay and get away without scratch marks on your back. As we were doing this Alan was walking around us taking photographs. Ian was very interested in my tits. Kissing, licking, squeezing and fondling them continuously. I have very sensitive nipples and react very positively to this form of stimulation. Eventually after taking some close ups Alan sat down and watched as we fucked each other. After Ian came inside me we kissed and cuddled for a bit then Alan came over and patted me on the leg to indicate it was my turn. Ian climbed off me and returned to the chair, getting dressed as he did.
I got off the sofa, picked up my dressing gown we went into Alan’s bedroom. Before we got into bed I returned to the front room where Ian was with a couple of spare blankets and a pillow to make him a bed up on the sofa. While I was there Ian again ran his hands all over me as I made a bed for him. I was there for quite a few minutes, telling Alan when I got back that I had given him a goodnight kiss before returning. I thought that I would leave out the bit about Ian’s wandering hand, along with the bit about me playing with Ian’s circumcised member.
I was hot that night, relay hot. I was over the moon at having another notch on my bedpost and was over the moon with the fact that Ian had a circumcised tool. I told Alan that I just had to give it a kiss and a suck to see how it felt in my mouth. I also admitted to Alan that while I had it in her mouth I had really explored it with her tongue! No wonder Ian was so excited with me. As a punishment I was told her to demonstrate what I had done to Ian using Alan’s penis before we had sex that night. I willingly obliged and had Alan lay back and enjoy the feel of my tongue licking his helmet.
I was to have a couple more goes of Ian and he always seemed to appreciate me. And on each occasion I would make a point of taking Ian’s member in my mouth so I could play with the end of it using my tongue; I just love the feel of a circumcised member on my tong.
The next morning Alan’s mother told him off for not giving Ian enough bedding saying that he must have been freezing overnight. My main concern though was how the hell was Alan going to get the pictures he took developed.


Postscript
It had been several months since Alan had taken the photos of me and Ian having sex and we were still at a loss on how to get them developed. The film was in Alan’s bedroom where it had been sitting for some time.
One evening when I came round Alan told me that the film was missing; I asked if anyone had seen it and his mother told me that she had sent it to be developed along with some films she had taken in one of those cheap developing envelopes that occasionally came through the door. We did not know what to do. We decided that when they came back one of us had to get to the films before anyone else saw them. The next few days we rushed back there every lunchtime and evening to get to the post but to no avail.
After a few days I got there from school one lunch time to find Alan’s father sitting in the kitchen looking through an envelope of pictures. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, as In amongst them were the photographs of me, Ian and Alan having sex. I could have died from shame. There was me on film, naked, in his front room. There were pictures of me having sex with Ian on the sofa, close ups of me sucking and licking Ian’s dick and close ups of my pussy. Also there were pictures of me sucking Alan’s dick in his bedroom and more close ups of Ian and Alan sucking my tits and licking my clit. I am not sure how long he had been looking at them or how much he had seen but he had seen enough to know what Alan and I were up to. He asked me who had taken the pictures and who the other bloke was; he also asked me if we did this with many other people and asked me if we had any more pictures around the house. He then handed them to me and said, “You should only do this sort of thing in private you know! And you had better not let Alan’s mother see these” They were never mentioned again.

I had been having lots of fun flashing strangers and Alan had enjoyed watching me do it. However so far I had avoided letting anyone we knew, other than Alan’s father, see me naked. I was to change that situation after returning from the holiday in Italy.
One of Alan’s school friends’, Dave, had been down the pub with us and had come back to Alan’s parents flat at closing time. Dave was a year older than me at 17. He was taller than me but somewhat shorter than Alan. He had strawberry blond hair but everyone called it ginger. We sat in the lounge drinking some southern comfort and talking and one of the subjects to come up was strip poker. Later while Dave was in the loo Alan asked me if I would like to play a game, I eagerly agreed and said it would be fun. Alan also said it would be fun but I was too kept my bra and knickers on, I wanted to go further but bra and pants was OK to start with. I was quite eager to start and when Dave got back Alan got some cards out and we began to play.
I was on the sofa while Dave and Alan were on the chairs facing me. I am very bad at poker, but surprisingly not as bad as Dave. He was the first to end up naked with me still in my bra and knickers and Alan down to pants and socks. I often wonder if Dave lost on purpose. I was having a good look at Dave’s hard on and enjoying the sight, and Alan had noticed my interest. It was at that point that Alan appeared to have a change of heart and got a sudden desire to see me naked in front of Dave. I also really wanted to let Dave get a good look at my naked body. Alan surprisingly dealt out another hand I had expected him to want me to stop but to my great surprise he kept on playing. Dave sat opposite us naked, supporting a massive hard on as Alan and I played the remaining hands. The only thing Dave said was “I don’t know where to put my hands” I lost the next hand and with encouragement from Alan I took my bra off. Dave was definitely enjoying looking at my boobs. Next hand Alan lost and he was now down to just his pants. I lost the final hand and with even more encouragement I stood up, bent forward, and lowered her knickers to the floor and then stood up straight again letting them both have a good look at me. It was obvious that Dave was enjoying the view.
I think it was at this point that Alan again changed his mind and decided he wanted to have Dave fuck me.
As I sat back down and Alan looked straight at me, handed me the cards and posed the question “Next hand decides who goes first?” I could have objected at any time but didn’t. I just sat there on the sofa naked, smiled and nodded. I dealt two hands out, one for Alan and one for Dave. This was one hand of poker Alan seemed desperate to loose. They played the hands, and Dave won; Alan sat back and motioned to Dave to come over to the sofa. Dave looked at both of us in turn and said “Are you sure” Alan smiled and said “Of course mate you won”, I just looked at him with a huge grin on my face, tapped the sofa seat and said “Come on”
This was unplanned and unexpected. We had not set out expecting this but were both enjoying it, as was our guest.
Dave moved over rather nervously and sat down next to me on my right hand side; it was then that I decided to take the initiative. I leant forwards towards Dave, kissing him deeply as I took hold of his manhood with my left hand. Dave seemed a little reluctant to touch me but he eventually placed his right hand on my left breast squeezing and rubbing it. My nipples were rock hard by now, they really could have poked someone’s eyes out they were sticking out so much.

After a short while playing with my nipples Dave moved of his hand down my stomach heading towards my pussy. As he got there I opened her legs to allow him easy access, I was very damp by now and was enjoying watching Alan’s reaction to me and Dave as we kissed and felt each other. I shuddered and gave a muffled moan as Dave’s fingers began to massage my already wet Pusey. It’s quite a strange feeling as you start to make love to your boyfriend’s best mate while he sits and watched you. It’s a strange mixture of incredible excitement mixed with overwhelming guilt.
We kissed and petted for a while then eventually I lay back on the sofa ready for sex, lifting my right leg up and over Dave so he could get on top of her easily. I am sure he liked the view of my Pusey he got when I did it. Dave slid round and began to mount me. Before he did though he again turned to Alan and said “Are you really sure” Alan just nodded and gave him the thumbs up.
This was my first time with another guy and as he began to enter me I let out a load moan, I was really enjoying this new penis. As he slipped his manhood inside me I experienced the strangest feeling I have ever felt in the pit of my stomach. When he finally lowered himself fully down I dug her nails into his arse, making sure that he was in as far as he could go. Dave kissed me and began to thrust himself in and out, he seemed desperate to come.
As we were having sex Dave turned to Alan and said “Have you tried this?” He then straightened his arms as though he was doing push ups and moving just his hips fucked me from a push up position. It felt incredible as his shaft rubbed up and down against my clit. Alan said that I had not tried it but would in a minute. It was not a long fuck by any means and after a few minutes and Dave was coming inside me. After he finished he lay on top of me for a minute, then Alan stood up and removing his pants said “I suppose I had better take these off, it’s my turn now”.
Dave then climbed off me as Alan came over to have his go. I recall looking at Dave’s flaccid member as he walked over to the chair. Dave sat down to watch as Alan and I put on a show for him. We did not make love that night; we simply had some great sex. I recall looking into Alan’s eyes, he was so happy you could just see it on his face. He was enjoying this so much, as was I. When Alan and I had finished all three of us sat there naked and had a cigarette before getting dressed. It is strange looking back on it, we were all sitting facing each other naked but no one seemed to care, it almost felt normal.
It was not until the next night when we were on our own that Alan and I actually made love properly.
The following day when we had sobered up and the excitement of the previous night was over I was again filled with conflicting emotions. I enjoyed what we did and wanted to do it again but was also filled with remorse for what I had done and did not want to have sex with Dave again. This said the excitement of the whole thing overrode any objections I had so we were soon planning our next adventure.



Alan was very eager for me to tell him how much I enjoyed having another guy fuck me and what it felt like to have him cum inside me, I was also eager to tell him about it. It also got me very hot when I talked about how much I enjoyed having him. Alan’s and my only real objection was that Dave had not used a condom, OK so at the time we never thought about it but the next day Alan decided that sloppy seconds were not his favourite.
I was later to give Dave’s penis the nickname “Sparky” and for a while it became one of my favourites. Alan and I still often mention it. This was our first threesome with Dave but not the last. Although not a regular thing we were to have some occasional fun with Dave for several years to come, and yes most of the times we remembered to get him to use a condom.

Not long after Alan’s father got his first unexpected treat he asked me if I would like to come on holiday with them later that year. He knew that I could not afford to pay for it myself as I was still at school so offered to pay for me. I was over the moon, as was Alan; it meant that we would have two weeks together in the sun sharing the same bed. It also meant that Alan’s father did not have to wait long for his next view of me naked, and just like the first time it would be by accident. The holiday was in Lido De Jesolo in Italy and was for a couple of weeks. It was my first holiday abroad. We stayed in a very pleasant hotel which overlooked a long beach. Alan’s parents had the room next to ours and we had adjoining balconies.
To be honest the skimpy bikini’s that I wore left very little to the imagination. I often has a camel toe and although my nipples were covered you could often see them poking out through the material of one of my bikinis, the white one, especially when I got out the pool. I often caught Alan’s father, along with other men, looking at me as I lay around the pool and on the beach. I would also go into the bar in my bikini during the day and would often gain admirers while I was in there.
Neither Alan nor I had planned to expose my body to his father again. I had been embarrassed enough the first time he got an eyeful of me. However circumstances were conspiring against me and I was soon to be caught naked for a second time.
Alan and I had taken to having a short siesta after lunch. It was the hottest time of the day and very pleasant to have rest from the sun and the occasional bout of afternoon delight. We had also discovered that I could take a shower, trim her bikini line and if I left the balcony door and blinds open I would occasionally be spotted by people on the beach as I left the bathroom naked. I only got noticed maybe once every ten times, so some days I would have to pop in and out of the bathroom several times before I got a bite; then after giving my admirer a short show I would join Alan on the bed for a great afternoon sex session.
One afternoon, just before I was ready to jump in the shower Alan asked me to lay on the bed naked so that he could take some pictures of me. The door and blinds were open ready for me to do my show and also to let a breeze in. He took a picture of me laying on my front with my bum up in the air then he got me to roll over onto my back to get a Pusey and boob shot. As he took the next picture we both heard a male voice shouting something in Italian from a window in a hotel that overlooked our room. Although our Italian is very limited it was quite obvious that the person had spotted me and from the tone of his voice he was enjoying what he saw. Alan laughed and said “You have a new admirer”. I smiled back at him and rather than cover up I got slowly off the bed. Opening my legs very wide in doing so and walked leisurely over to the doors. Then stretching up on one leg I reached for the top of the blinds to pull them shut. This of course gave my new admirer a stunning view of me completely naked. I was intent on letting my new admirer see how sexy a 16 year old naked British girl could look. Just as I did this though I over balanced and stumbled slightly forward just out of the door. Then to my horror saw Alan’s father sitting out on his balcony enjoying a close up view. He had seen the whole show, me lying face down on the bed, me rolling over and opening my legs. He has also watched as I got up and headed for the door.

As I saw him I covered myself with my hands then quickly retreated back into our room pulling the blinds closed behind me, and for reasons I still cannot fathom, I sat in the corner covering myself up with my hands and arms. I was quite embarrassed at that point for anyone to see her naked, although I also felt strangely excited by the experience.
Later on that day Alan’s father pulled him to one side and said. ”You should tell Kay to be a bit more careful walking around your room naked with the door open as other men may get to see her” Alan and I were both very puzzled by that statement. I have come to the conclusion that he had become so accustomed to seeing me in her underwear and occasionally out of it that had come to accept it as normal. He really seemed to enjoy having these little treats every so often.
As for Alan’s reaction, well that was surprising. Although he was initially embarrassed and upset by my actions, by the time we went to bed that night his attitude had changed. As we made love he asked me if I thought that his father had enjoyed seeing me naked. I was not sure how to answer this; it was not a question that I really wanted to think about. Alan was thinking about it though and it was making him very excited.
The next holiday he would get some very nice flashes but this time not by accident.

After several complaints I have decided to turn off the “Predictive text” on this silly piece of electronic trash and type without it. I hope that it makes more sense now. The only problem is that I seem to have lost my spell check that auto corrected as I was typing. So sorry if there are grammatical and spelling mistakes, but I guess they are preferable to the crap “Predictive Text” turned out.

It all started some years ago around my boyfriend’s parents flat. My boyfriend Alan was 17 and a very tall and well-built guy. I was your typical 16 year old teen-age girl, obsessed with clothes, music, and boys, not necessarily in that order. When my boyfriend’s parents were out my we used to take advantage of the freedom that it gave us by having sex.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, Alan, my boyfriend and I were alone in the flat and he was using his fingers to excite me in his bedroom. In return I was gently masturbating him and playing with his balls. He was in a very pornographic mood and as we were indulging in foreplay he asked me if i would enjoy being naked in the boy’s locker room at school, the thought of it did excite me and even though I never gave him a definitive answer I think the reaction of my body gave away my true thoughts. Even though I did not answer him straight away I was becoming very excited by the thought of all those young guys looking at me, which Alan picked up on. He then asked me if I would like to share the showers with them afterwards, this time I answered him more quickly and said that I would. He continuing to finger my clit while he graphically described what he thought the boys would do to me in the showers and demonstrated how they would accidentally rub up against me and sneak the occasional touch of me. It was very exciting and I really enjoyed the thought of doing it. Alan also seemed to get quite excited by the thought of all these guys seeing and touching me. He was also excited that I had reacted so positively to his suggestion. At the time I believed it was just a fantasy, a bit of fun to spice up sex. I never expected him to actually ask me strip off in front of anyone other than him, and I never really expected him to let any other guy have sex with me. But then how was I to know that Alan would enjoy sharing me with other men as much as I would enjoy being shared and that he would let me indulge in some of my darkest fantasies with other men.
Over time, as we began to experiment sexually and we slowly started to turn some of our fantasies into reality. As with most things in life it started in a small way and over time built up into some really kinky adventures. With a lot of encouragement and support from Alan I started to expose myself to men by “Accident”. It would make me really hot when some guy managed to see me topless or nude, and it would give Alan a raging hard on every time I did it.
The first lesson we both learnt about flashing was that it was always over much too quickly. You see I always had a rush of adrenalin when I was getting ready to expose myself. There is quite a long time gap between planning an “Accidental” flash and carrying out the deed. During the build-up to a flash the excitement and apprehension builds up and the tension and nervous energy can end up making the actual act overly rushed. Before I knew it I would have got my tits out or dropped my knickers for some lucky man then covered myself up again; and it would all over before my target had really managed to see much of me or before Alan and I had really got to enjoy it. Sometimes my intended victim never even got to see anything it was so rushed.
The second lesson we learnt was that in our youth and due to our lack of experience we were to make some major mistakes and occasionally get into scrapes that with hind sight we could have avoided.


The first time I properly exposed myself in public was to some men on an underground train while we were on our way home one evening. We were on the Piccadilly line heading for Osterley and while we were waiting at signals another train on the District line passed by very slowly then also stopped. We had just left Acton Town where the two lines split. Our carriage was empty and we had been kissing and fondling and were both very turned on. I noticed that this group of men were watching us kiss and turning to Alan I said “Those guys are watching us” Alan glanced over at them and said “Why not give them something good to look at then” I had a t-shirt and long skirt on with no bra. I was not sure if he meant to carry on snogging and fondling or to do something else. It was then I noticed Alan looking at my nipples that were poking through my t shirt, he smiled and nodded towards them. “I dare you” he said. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do “Watch this” I replied. Then standing up and turning to face the window I lifted my top up over my head, exposing my rather ample breasts to the guys in the other train. I held my top up for at least ten seconds until our train started to move again.
I remember looking at Alan’s face as I lowered my top, his eyes were almost out on stalks and he had a very noticeable stiffly in his jeans.
The guys in the other train had obviously been on a night out and were enjoying the sight of my boobs from the calls and shouts that came my way. I must admit to having very mixed feelings when I did this. I was excited by what I was doing and wanted to do more, and at the same time I was ashamed by my behaviour and had the strong urge to cover myself up. I was Alan’s girlfriend after all and not meant to show my tits to anyone but him. The sex that night was great though and I soon got to realise that Alan enjoyed my exhibitionism as much as I did and that the rewards for giving other men a treat were well worth it.
In truth I got really turned on flashing other guys and observing their reaction to seeing me partially or fully naked, and eventually we worked out some ways of doing this which we thought kept me safe and my identity secret.
When Alan’s parents were out one of my favourite pastimes was to strip naked in his bedroom then go into the kitchen of his parents flat. I would open the door to the balcony and stand at the sink or walk around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a smile, waiting to get “accidentally” spotted. Eventually a passer-by would glance up and see me naked her through the half open door. Again the first time I did this it was a rushed affair. As soon as I was noticed I stepped back into the shadows and to be honest I don’t think the man in the street actually got to see anything. However every time I repeated it I became a little braver and eventually I could stand at the sink and when a man noticed me I would put on a little show for him. Afterwards I would head to Alan’s bedroom where we would have some great sex. Over the next few weeks I managed this trick numerous times without mishap.





Eventually though it went wrong for us. It all happened one Saturday when we were on our own in the flat. Alan’s mother had gone out and was not due back for hours and his father was on an early shift and not due back until mid-afternoon. Taking advantage of the empty house I stripped off and we began to have some fun in Alan’s bedroom. After a short while as Alan played with my clit he asked me if I wanted to do some washing up. I knew what he meant; it was code for “Will you go into the kitchen, I want you to flash someone”. I did not need any more encouragement than that. I got off the bed and headed down the landing to the kitchen completely naked; opening the balcony door I pulled the bead curtain back and got ready to enjoy myself.
Alan stayed in the shadows by the hall door and watched as I stood naked at the sink washing the same cup over and over again; eventually a passing guy looked up and noticed me. He looked to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s, slim and dark haired and from his clothes I would guess he was a typical middle class guy. As he watched me I dried the cup I was washing and stretched up to put it away in the cupboard. As I did this I saw Alan heading back to his bedroom to get ready for me. I followed him a minute later to get my reward and give him his and that was when things took a very strange and embarrassing turn for the worse. For me anyway. You see Alan’s bedroom was at the opposite end of the flat from the kitchen down a longish and rather narrow central passage and his bedroom door was right next to the front door. In hindsight that was a recipe for disaster but we had not realised that at the time.
Just as I was about to exit the kitchen into the hallway there was the sound of keys turning in a lock, the front door opened and in came Alan’s father. He had finished work early and come home a couple of hours before he normally did. I was stuck. I had nowhere to hide and no way of covering myself up. I was standing completely naked at one end of the hall looking straight at Alan’s father and he stood at the other staring straight back at me. I had no choice but to go past Alan’s father to get to my boyfriend’s room.
All I could do was to put one hand between my legs to cover my pussy and my other hand and arm access my chest in an effort to cover my nipples and try to keep some modesty as I walked down the hallway past him. As I shuffled down the narrow hallway and squeezed past Alan’s father I stuttered “Sorry I just popped to the kitchen for a drink”. It is true by the way that when you become embarrassed that all your exposed skin goes red! When I finally got into Alan’s bedroom I just sat on the bed not knowing what to do. One thing I do remember vividly was how Alan’s father watched intently as I walked towards him and the look on his face as I squeezed past him in the corridor. At least these were the days before the bald pussy was fashionable, although I had always kept my one nicely trimmed.
I was not in the mood to have sex when I got to Alan’s bedroom, neither was Alan to be honest. I just sat on Alan’s bed and hurriedly got dressed in silence. My main worry was not so much that Alan’s father had seen me naked, although it was a bit of a strange feeling, but what he was going to say to Alan’s mother about what had he had seen. As it happened though I need not have worried. His father did not tell her anything about it.


As we both got dressed one thing I did notice was that Alan’s knob was poking way out and was as hard as a rock. Needless to say this was the last time we tried that particular trick, more is the pity as we both enjoyed it.
Later that day when we had plucked up the courage to come out of Alan’s bedroom and join his father in the kitchen all he said about the whole incident was that he wished that he got that sort of welcome home every day. I think that like many 50 year old men he had come to quite enjoy having a 16 year old, blue eyed, large breasted brunette girl frolicking around the place in skimpy clothing, and on that day the sight of me with no clothing on was just the cherry on the cake.
That was the first time that Alan’s father saw me naked, although it would not be the last. Be it by accident or design I would give him many other treats over the years and appeared to appreciate every one.