Warning
this story main contain material that some readers may find offensive…it
contains sex and course language. Also if you are not of the age to read such
material proceed no further.
Hi folks
How’s
you’re day or week going, weathers a bit of a mixed bag here in NZ…but the good
news is the nights and mornings are getting lighter.
No…sorry
this is not part two of Wife Swap. I’ve been juggling three stories at once and
decided to finish off the other two in order to give my full concentration on
Wife Swap.
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Prologue
This story
is about a character by the name of Martha Stanley who was born in a bygone
era, a time when people still respected each other…well more so than today.
Girls were
expected to hang onto their virginity and give it to the man she intended to
marry. Presenting herself pure for him on the wedding night. For a girl to do
otherwise was to be thought of as a slut a promiscuous person and certainly not
the type of girl a man would want to marry? Guys…well it was entirely different
for them…they wanted the best of both worlds, fuck as many girls as they could,
but choose a nice virgin to marry…. that’s the way it was.
It wasn’t
that girls thought any different about sex then…they didn’t…it was still a
topic of conversation just as it is today, stop over parties or at times when
they assembled together…they thought and discussed boys just as much as boys
thought about and discussed girls. The thing was, having sex with a guy back
then there was a greater risk of pregnancy and a pregnant girl bore a big
stigma…the pill was just starting to be the contraceptive of choice by women.
Wearing a condom was a must…not always reliable…but better than none at all.
Either that or totally abstain from having sex, but that wasn’t as much fun,
and girls did like having sex, so girls got pregnant, so it did happen… lets
just say the period is around the late fifties and early sixties. The teenage revolution
was at hand “Rock-n-Roll” was declared the devils music by the elders of the
community, but things and life as was known before that was changing.
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My First
Time
By Lisa
Peacock.
I stretched
out on the deckchair in the sun; it’s warm rays made me feel good and contented
with life. Greg my husband had taken the grandkids off to the park and I was
enjoying this peaceful moment to myself…it wasn’t that I didn’t like having
them with us, I did but there were times I enjoyed my own company and my own
private thoughts. As a granny I thought I was doing quite well, Greg and I were
still capable of playing tennis together and the odd round of golf.
I watched a
young couple walk by locked in each other’s arms…loves young dream and it took
me back to my younger days.
I’d managed
to get to the ripe old age of eighteen and had remained a virgin, quite an
achievement if I’m to believe what I hear of today’s youth. Mind it wasn’t
unusual then…for many reasons it was expected of us. We could talk amongst
ourselves about it…we could fantasy about it…but we just couldn’t actually do
it. It was the fear of pregnancy and all the other stigmas that went along with
it. None of my friends had done it yet. There was Brenda, Stacy, Joanne and
Toni who were my best friends and we always did everything together…well almost
everything. We’d gone to school together, left and all managed to find
employment with some firm or other. I’d gained a position with a hotel firm.
The big nights out were when we all finished work on Friday night and made for
those areas where we could meet and hang out with the young guys. Like most
young girls at the time we had the odd boyfriend who we all thought at one time
or another was going to be Mr. Right, but eventually either he moved on or we
moved on.
Saturday
night was a regular meet up at “The Worthington Hall” for the weekly dance.
Young males could let loose with their talents and think they were the Elvis’s,
The Beetles…Big Bopper or whoever they wanted to be. We would throw ourselves
around the floor, shimmy and shake and have a great time. No drink allowed in
those days…well only that which some of the guys smuggled in…all of us sharing
the odd nip out the back.
On this
particular night I was the target of Rick Driscall who paid a great deal of
attention to me. Now Rick Driscall was I suppose the “Fonze” of our town, a
twenty-year-old Fonze, but he was just the greatest, a real smooth looking and
acting dude. I was the envy of the other girls and I could feel the daggers
pointing in my direction as he and I danced the night away. When he asked if he
could escort me home that night…my heart missed a beat…no make that two beats
and well the answer was an obvious yes.
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Rick
Driscall surveyed the talent that was there that night. His eyes searching for
the one girl who he thought would be worthy of his attention…then they settled
on the blond, busty one with the nice tight ass…her, definitely her. He’d seen
her many times before along with her friends, but somehow he’d never taken her
home. Therefore tonight would be the night.
His two
companions watched as he perused the various girls.
“Who
tonight Rick…who’s to be the lucky gal?”
He stabbed
his finger in the direction of the one he’d decided upon.
“That
one…that one right there” he said.
They both
looked in the direction he had indicated…then at each other, and then said
“Who…Martha
Stanley?”
“Yep…that’s
the one” he replied. Taking a look around to see if any staff members were
watching before taking a swig of whiskey from his flask.
“Hey I
don’t think she’ll turn it on for you Rick…not her or any of her friends”
“Then let’s
make it a challenge…if not to night…some other night…but I do intend to break
that little filly in” he said with a confidence that only Rick Driscall could
make. “Her name will be on my wall of fame before long…you mark my words.”
The wall of
fame he referred to was the one in the gent’s toilets. A long list of all the
girls he’d broken in over the years. If the name was on the list it was a
guarantee he’d fucked her. If Rick boasted he’d fucked a certain girl, then you
knew it was true. Unlike some guys who made great claims they had fucked this
girl or that girl…if Rick said so…take it as gospel.
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I couldn’t
wait for the end of the dance. Whilst I took great delight in bathing in the
limelight at being with Rick Driscall…having take me home and having him all to
myself was more than I could stand.
I grabbed
my coat…the nights were cutting in a little and having a warm coat when leaving
the dance was pretty much a necessity just now. I was even more grateful when I
got outside and realized I’d be riding pillion on his motorcycle.
He powered
up the powerful machine and told me to hop up behind. Hitching up my skirt and
showing quite a bit of leg also in those days there was no such thing as
tights…it was stockings and suspenders…so it was stockings, thigh, suspenders
and knickers (something that did not go
unnoticed by Rick) I cocked my leg over the pillion (something ladies did not
do) and huddled up behind him. Back in those days crash helmets were not a
necessity and I felt the cool evening breeze in my hair and up my skirt. I
clung to him tight, feeding on the warmth of his body. Street by street, block
by block we made toward my house…as we neared it, he cut the engine and cruised
the last few yards, making the approach quietly.
Now it was
the custom back then that the boy escorted the girl to her back door. You did a
bit of necking; he did a bit of groping. I let most grab and play with my
breast (Getting a bit of tit) I believe the guys called it and that was about
as far as it went, fear of where things might go stopped me from letting them
go any further…not that I didn’t want to, but I sure didn’t want to get
pregnant.
I led him
to the back of the house, away from the streetlights and prying eyes. I was
excited at the thought of having Rick Driscall bring me home. I stood with my
back to the wall facing Rick. He wasted no time, first unbuttoning my coat and
sliding his arms around my waist, he pulled and held me tight and began to kiss
with passion. Most of the guys took a little longer, some small talk first then
leading up to a kiss and slowly moving on from there. Not so with Rick, his
hands were already running rampant…straight to my breast, cupping and squeezing
it. “Oh god Rick…Rick” I said, he was moving so quickly. “Oh baby…baby you’re
so beautiful” he replied, then once more crushed his lips against mine, our
tongues in each other’s mouths. As we kissed I did not feel or realize his
fingers were deftly undoing the buttons on my blouse…I was in the hands of an
expert…or should I say the hands of an expert were on me.
Suddenly I
was aware of him slipping his hand inside my blouse and continue to massage my
breast. His other hand slid up my back finding the clasp on my bra and with an
expert flick of his fingers it was undone, releasing my breasts. I tried to
push away, break free but his hold on me was strong and he continued to kiss
with passion. His hand was warm against my naked breast, gently squeezing it,
his finger and thumb tweaking my nipple making my breast firm and nipples hard.
I gave up trying to break free, a pleasant feeling rippled through my body, a
feeling I found enjoyable.
I moaned
softly and murmured his name “Oh Rick…Rick” my arms holding him tight;
frightened I would loose him, frightened he would stop doing it. It was a
first; no man had felt my naked breast before.
He changed
tactics, with lightening dexterity, he drew my unbuttoned blouse apart and
without warning his mouth was at my nipple, suckling upon it. If his handling
had brought me pleasure this was pure euphoric, mouth sucking my breast and
tongue circling my hardened nipple, it was a feeling like no other feeling I’d
experienced before. It was my fantasies coming to life. So engrossed was I in
this new feeling and what it was doing to me. I didn’t feel his hands slowly
pulling up my skirt…inch by inch…slowly but surely, revealing my thighs…my hips
until it was around my waist. It was only when I felt his warm hand on my thigh
and moving upward that I protested.
“Oh god
what are you doing Rick?”
“Hey its ok
babe…I won’t harm you…it’s all gona be fine, you’ll see” he said, his hand had
remained on my thigh and once again started to move slowly up.
“No Rick
no” again protesting.
“Hey what’s
the matter honey don’t you trust me?”
“Of course
I do…but….”
He cut me
off with his lips on my lips, continuing to indulge in some more heavy and
passionate kissing, then his mouth moving to my nipple again.
“Oh god
Rick” I sighed. His hand continuing to rub my thigh, moving upward. More
kisses, then suddenly and quickly he pulled my pants down…preparing me for his
next move…. penetration.
It had been
so sudden and unexpected I had no time to react. He quickly thrust his hand
between my thighs, his fingers gently running over my pussy lips.
“Oh god no
Rick…no” I protested again, my protest going unheeded. I should push him away,
be firm, tell him NO…but somehow I can’t…I love what he’s doing….I love the
feeling he’s giving me and so he continues.
“Shhhh,
it’s going to be alright, everything will be alright” His voice was soft and
gentle, reassuring me I had nothing to worry about, his warm smile as he looked
into my eyes also assured me everything was going to be alright. His finger
slid inside my slit. I gave a little gasp, and then the finger delved deeper,
working back and forth.
“Oh god…oh
my god…” was all I could say and I held him closer and tighter. My hips swaying
in time with the motion of his finger
This guy
had gone further than any guy had gone before, he gave me feelings that I’d
never experienced before…I was being swept along in the fast flowing river of
euphoria. I was lost…he had total control, any inhibitions I may have had were
gone, I could no longer stop or want to stop him from doing what he was about
to do. Could I stop a runaway train…NO
Quietly and
gently Rick pulled down the zipper on his fly and eased out his large erection
then pressed it between my legs.
I felt the
hard warm flesh of his cock brush my thighs, his finger never stopping. Now was
the time to make the change over. Replace his finger with his hard cock.
“Oh god
no…no…no” I gasped, trying to push away, like a frightened horse.
“Shhhh…shhhh,
there, there…It’s going to be fine I promise you” again that quiet assuring
voice. My heart now pounding in my heart, my body all aquiver.
“Do you
like what my finger is doing for you my love…does that feel good?”
“Oh yes…yes
Rick” I sighed
“With my
cock inside you it will feel even better…would you like it to feel better
still?” he asked
“Yes
Rick…yes I would” I moaned
He took my hand and placed it on his hard
erection. It felt warm, big and clammy to the touch. I started to work the
shaft for him. Again he moved in toward my pussy, trying to get me to feed it
in for him and still his own finger was working relentlessly inside me.
“No
Rick…no, I’ve never done this before…and…and you’re so big…you’ll…you’ll hurt
me”
“No darling
I won’t hurt you…I love you too much to hurt you….I only want to give you
pleasure…If it starts to hurt just tell me and I’ll take it out….I promise”
“But…but
you haven’t got a condom” I said.
“Oh but I
have honey…if that’s all it takes” He delved into the pocket of his jacket and
pulled out a foil wrapped condom. Tearing the foil off with his teeth, again
with his teeth he held the condom and pulled it out of the wrapping, quickly
discarding the foil, then handed me the condom. All the time his other hand had
kept working on my now very wet pussy, I could hear the slurping sound it made
as he worked it back and forth.
“Here you
slip it on for me” he said
I took the
rubber…it was the first one I’d seen…then looking down at his cock. “Oh my god
Rick it looks so big” a tremble in my voice.
“It’s gona
be ok sweetheart I promise…just put the condom on for me”
I placed it
over the head and rolled it down the hard shaft. My hands and body were
shaking, partly from fear and partly with excitement. All the time whimpering
“Oh my god…oh my god…”
I’d
exhausted all reasons for not doing it.
Once on, he
took control. He pushed his knee between my legs and prised them as far apart
as I could get them.
“That’s the
way honey, open those legs of yours for Rick” I felt the head enter and
penetration followed, one quick full upward thrust, pushing me on to the balls
of my feet and pinning me hard against the wall. My eyes opened like organ
stops and I gave out a cry “Ahhhhohhhhh, my god Rick!” So much for I’ll take it
easy and I’ll be gentle with you. He had no intention of taking it out, not
now, not ever. My first cock was now fully inside me and this was my first
fuck. Gone was Rick’s gentle demeanor as he thrust relentlessly inside me. His
hips swayed back and forth, his hands holding and squeezing my buttocks.
“Uh…uh…uh…uh” each thrust pushing me on the balls of my feet and against the
wall “Uh…. uh…uh…uh” again and again and again
My mind and
feelings were all mixed up like a kaleidoscope. I liked what he was doing, I
was now drowning in the river of euphoria…it felt good, just as he promised…but
I was also scared and somewhat remorseful. A few moments ago I was a virgin…now
my virginity was gone for ever…I could never go back and reclaim it…every one
of my friends could truthfully say they were virgins…offer their virginity to
their husbands an offering of purity on their wedding night…but not for me, me
I was now damaged goods… but that’s the way it was back then. If asked the
question “Are you a virgin” the truthful answer was NO.
I was
vaguely aware of the sounds of the night around me. A neighbours cat
screeching, a bin lid being banged down hard, someone’s radio or TV blaring and
all the time Rick was “Uh…uh…uh…uh” whilst I was being thrust up against the
wall.
Rick’s
mouth was at my neck, biting it like some vampire, I could feel his hot breath.
“Oh baby,
baby you feel so good…I’ve wanted to fuck you for some time” he said.
“I’ve
wanted you to do it for some time” I lied.
“Does it
feel good babe…does it feel good?”
Oh yes
Rick…yes it does” I replied truthfully.
“See I told
you not to worry…I knew you could do it”
But I did
worry, some of the married women at work had said how some times condoms fail,
they split, come apart, allowing the mans sperm to escape and the woman becomes
pregnant That thought was in my mind right now and it did frighten me. I kept
praying. Please don’t let it fail…please. And all the time his hips swayed and
it was “Uh…uh…uh…uh”
It must
have been about five or ten minutes later. I heard him whisper in my ear.
“I’m
starting to get that feeling honey…I’m close to cuming”
“Uh…uh…uh…uh…”
“Oh yes I’m
almost there” “Uh…uh…uh”
“Not long
now…I’m cuming…I’m cuming…here it cums…. “Ohhhhh Ahhhhhmmmmm”
He gave one
final upward thrust, lifting me off my feet. I felt his cock pulsate as he
ejaculated. I hoped and prayed that all his cum was being captured in the
condom.
Rick was
too good at this game. He had the looks and charismatic charm, plus experience
to get what he wanted. He was far in advance of all the other guys who had
brought me home. He’d taken all my fantasies and turned them into reality, from
the moment I’d accepted his invitation to take me home, my future was sealed. I
was destined to loose my virginity…and I had. I wasn’t the first woman to fall
for his charm not by a long way and I wouldn’t be the last. Now that the
euphoric flood was ended and I was back down from its high. I was left to
ponder the realities…as they say, “You can’t have your cake and eat it” I so
wanted my virginity back…but that was never going to be and life for me was
never going to be the same again.
“Oh baby
that was just fantastic” he said as he slowly withdrew from me. “You’re the
best fuck ever” he added, but then I suppose that was his standard remark after
every woman he had just fucked…make them feel good…. feel something special.
He pealed
off the condom and held it up for me to see. “What should I do with this?” he
asked. I was most relieved to see his cum floating in the little bubble part of
the condom…it had held together and worked.
I
delicately took it from him, holding it between finger and thumb, then walked
over to the outside toilet (We had two, one inside and one out) dropped it into
the pan and flushed the evidence away.
My blouse
was still wide open and my tits free. “Mmmmm let me have one last play with
those beauties before I leave” he said, pushing me up against the wall and
fondling my breasts.
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Rick Driscall
was feeling happy and pleased with himself as he hopped on his motorcycle. It
had been a good night. “Martha Stanley” he said to himself, a real little hot
ass…but in his hands they all were, he thought. Hadn’t been as hard as he’d
first anticipated…in fact she’d been quite easy in the end. He whistled a
little tune as he sped through the night
***** *************
Peter
Gullery was a professional sign writer. His job this morning and every Monday
morning was in the men’s toilets in the “Worthington Hall”
He’d been
requested to add another name to the list of names already on “The List”, a job he carried out quite
regularly…he smiled to himself as he prepared to do it. “That bloody Rick
Driscall…what a lad…been at it again, lucky bugger” The list of names were that
of the girls who Rick Driscall had broken in…it was a long, long list. Under
the last name of Jeanette Billings would be added his latest conquest, a Martha
Stanley. “I bet she had long legs and big tits” he said to himself “They always
do” he added. Alongside her name he painted a little gold star…indicating she’d
been fucked just the once. Now anyone else who could prove they had fucked her,
another little gold star would be added alongside it. He updated the board by
adding little gold stars to the other appropriate names. He stood back to
admire his handy work and noted the number of gold stars alongside the other
names…. all had numerous stars…he wondered how long it would be, before he
added another star to Martha Stanley
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When we
arrived at the dance the next Saturday…I wondered if Rick would pay any
attention me…I’d heard nothing from him since last week and I began to realize
apart from a quick fuck that’s all I was to him…a quick fuck. I now regretted
falling to him so easy…but I was swept along in the heat and euphoria of the
moment. I had to admit he was good, real good. I seemed to be receiving quite a
bit of attention for the guys this week, they were somewhat bolder in their approach…whereas
as before they hesitated speaking to me…tonight they were all over me…like bees
around honey..
“Hi Martha”
“Hi Martha
you’re looking particularly nice tonight”
“Hi Martha,
I’d like a dance with you tonight honey”
So many
compliments and invitations.
When I met
up with the girls I must confess I was a little jealous of them. I was jealous
because they still had their virginity whilst I had squandered mine away…given
it to Rick Driscall. Oh I’d enjoyed doing what we did, but I was also a little
disappointed with it all. It wasn’t how I had imagined or fantasized about
it…that and being scared as we did it…I wasn’t relaxed…but the ten minutes or
so we fucked was good.
It was
about half way through the night, I’d been up dancing with most of the guys and
when I joined the girls. It was Brenda who seemed all excited and beaming
smile, as were the other of my friends, they could not wait to ask the
question.
“Martha
Stanley…is it true…you and Rick Driscall…you and he…you know you and he did things
together” she didn’t have to add the word fuck. I knew what she meant and I
blushed a bright red.
“God it’s
true…it’s true…you sly little bitch” they said excitedly.
“God how
did you know…who told you?” I asked
“Oh god
Martha…you don’t know…you don’t know you’re names on Rick’s list in he men’s
toilet”
“What
list…what list are you talking about?” I enquired.
Brenda
proceeded to enlighten me about Rick’s list. I felt numb; a cold shiver ran
through me.
“Oh my god
no…no” I said “It’s not true…tell me you’re kidding me”
They all
assured me it was true and that if I’d done it with Rick last week then they
would guarantee my name would be on his list.
Now it all
made sense, all the attention from the guys…they all wanted to fuck me…take me
home and fuck me. I looked around the hall; all these people would now know
that Rick had, had me last week. Some were looking in my direction, the guys
with smiles of anticipation on their faces, the other girls with smirks.
“Thought
she was so bloody smart didn’t she” they were saying “Well just how smart was
she?”
My friends
were eager for information about that night “What’s it like…you know…having a
man’s penis inside you…is it as good as they say?”
The
questions kept coming and I related how the night had gone down. How he’d
managed to literally charm the pants of me.
“How did it
feel…did it feel good?”
“Well…yes
it felt good at the time…but it was quick and I was scared and it was soon
over…a bit disappointing really and I now do regret loosing my virginity…I mean
all you girls have something I no longer have” I replied.
They were
all silent as they contemplated the last bit. “Yeh…I guess we have” replied
Stacy after a while. There were no further questions on the subject and the
dancing continued. My thoughts were on that list in the men’s toilet and my
name upon it. The hall was hired out for various functions and the list would
be available for every male to see…they would soon all know that I’d been
screwed…and like all men they naturally assumed if you did it once…you’ll be
available again. Then another thought came to me what if my parents attended a
function here…my dad would see my name on the list…oh—my—god.
As the time
moved nearer to the end, requests from the guys to take me home came thick and
fast, the end bit was always the same “I’ve got a condom Martha it’ll be safe”
I danced
the last dance with a guy who I’d seen around the hall before...it was a slow
moving, close together dance…well not really a dance, just two people swaying
back and forth on the same spot, arms around each other…his hands had slipped
to my bum and as we swayed he squeezed my buttocks. “Mmmm that feels nice
Martha…(referring to my buttocks) I’d love to be in there tonight…I’ve got a
condom” he said.
I looked up
into his eyes…he seemed a nice guy, I’d already lost my virginity, so what
difference would it make…so what the heck “Mmmm ok…let’s go now” I said.
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I’d rolled
the condom onto his hard erection, he bid me to turn around and bend over…which
I did. Pulling up my skirt then promptly pulled my knickers down he
complimented me on my ass. He had a cock to match his body, tall and skinny,
and he had no bother feeding it into me. He’d been at it for a good twenty
minutes. The same cat was crying and same radio or TV blaring…the only other
noise was the slap…slap…slap as he humped against my ass.
“God Terry
how long are you going to be…you should have cum by now?” I asked. It wasn’t
that I wasn’t enjoying it I was, but I was also scared in case my father came
out to see what was happening and caught us at it.
“Oh I can
go all night sweetheart” he replied casually humping my ass. Good news and bad
news I thought. I eventually persuaded him it wasn’t in our best interests to
continue on for too long that he eventually did cum. I deposited another used
condom down the toilet. On the Monday another little gold star appeared next to
my name…it was one of many to be placed there in the coming years. I’d learnt
how to fuck and I enjoyed it…the pill of course made things a lot easier and
sex a little more relaxing…no condom blow outs. I’d had two failures, which
gave me cause for concern for a while, but when my period arrived I sighed in
relief.
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The sound
of the grandchildren brought me back to reality
.
“Hey
gran…we had a great time with granddad”
“Did you my
loves?” they always did and he loved his time with them.
“Shall we
get the bat and ball out before tea?” I asked
“Yeah…yeah…yeah”
they shouted in unison.
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Rick had
introduced me to the world of fucking and I soon realized I liked it. It kinda
opened up the floodgates. Once wasn’t enough and the more partners who I fucked
the more I enjoyed it…and it then became a normal thing for you. You begin to
wonder why there should be a stigma about it all
For the
next five years I continued to play the field. I gained a reputation as a
“Would Doer” In other words I was most likely to fuck with men. The name list
didn’t help or did help depending on which way you looked at it. I’d get guys
ringing me and say there was a party on this weekend we need a few “Fun girls”
to attend. Mostly I accepted and would attend. We grew out of “Worthington
Hall” as we all do. It was a younger persons meeting place. For a while Rick
continued to visit there, adding a few more girls to his list, but even he
could see that his age was catching him up and like us moved to the pub scene
and night clubs. By now there were fewer virgins around for him to break in and
I guess he would find “getting a fuck” for the night quite easy…but not as much
fun eh?
My original
friends drifted away from me. I was socializing in a different social group to
them. I couldn’t blame them; guys always thought that because of me we were all
the same…willing to drop our pants and give them a fuck on request. I naturally
made new friends, girls who liked a good time and plenty of shagging. Toni as
always the most sensible retained her virginity until she married and went on
to have three children, as did Brenda and Stacy, although Brenda’s marriage
broke apart after seven years. Joanne…well poor Joanne decided to test the
water shortly after me. Only she didn’t wear a condom, apparently the guy told
her you couldn’t get pregnant as long a you fucked standing up…it didn’t work
and she did get pregnant.
Then along
came Greg Burroughs, we fell in love, I gave up my wild ways and after eight
months we married. Had three beautiful children, two girls and a boy and now
have four grandchildren and one on the way. In all life turned out not too bad.
Rick? Oh well he did marry eventually, married into money and did quite well
for himself. I see him around occasionally, normally accompanied by a couple of
younger women. What is it they say about the leopard and its spots?
“Worthington
Hall” was eventually demolished, became a super-market and a place where we now
shop. The list? I don’t know what happened to it. It may be gathering dust in
someone’s garage…it may have gone to the tip. Who knows? One day I may get a
call and someone ask, “Hey are you Martha Stanley…do you still fuck?”
Lisa
Peacock
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