I watched the photographer work, his subject’s wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to the wooden baulks of a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Naked, except for black holdup stockings, her pussy was waxed clean, and her golden hair framed a face scrunched in displea...
= 15: James = Saturday evening, parked about eighty metres from Daisy’s place, I waited for Lizzy to arrive, hoping that she would not see my car in the gloaming. On time, she arrived, stopped right outside her mother’s home, and stepped out of her car, c...
11: James = Deep in my sleep, the early morning light penetrated my mind. I stirred, reached out for a sip of water, and then rolled over to face the opposite side. My foggy eyes picked out a wall of flesh, and I remembered that I was with Daisy in her be...
7: Daisy = We awoke together in Lizzy’s bed. I stretched around and touched her side, feeling her soft, warm, naked flesh. “Wake up, Lizzy. You have to get to work.” A groan came from the other side. “No, Mum, I don’t want to go in today. I’ll send them a...
2: Daisy = While waiting outside Tim’s classroom, I chatted with his best friend’s granddad, James, and over the school year, I developed a bit of a crush on this kindly widower. I did not feel he was attracted to me, a sixty-eight-year-old lump of lard,...
1: James = The school stroll, not in a Chelsea tractor but on Shanks' pony, is a daily routine for many living close to their local school. I’m a useful grandad, collecting Danny a couple of days each week from the infants' school. Well, it stops me from...
= 1: Angelica = “Come and meet my boyfriend; he will give you a tour, and you can get to meet the team.” Stefan needed no encouragement; he has been a rugby union fan since childhood, a club supporter, and is a regular at home games. I took a lot of care...
1: On Court: Stefan’s Story = A couple of weeks after I had that incredible session with Kirsten, the teenage slut, I was at the local tennis courts, playing men's doubles with a group of friends. During one of the games, I saw her arrive with the same gi...
Chapter 1 = It is a regular session; Stan and I play tennis on public courts in the afternoon. Two old gits, trying to imagine they were still able to play a decent game. Stan, at seventy-six, is well past his prime, but we have a lot of fun and we get ou...
We arranged a barbeque party, which, by good fortune, happened to be on a lovely, warm summer evening. Ginny dressed up, but as always, she looked a mess in a cream blouse that was quite unsuitable for finger food, unisex shorts, and a big, wide-brimmed s...
Our barbie had gone well with friends and neighbours chatting away, lots of wine consumed, and, of course, Stan had done us proud by doing his manly thing with the cooking. As the evening progressed, people started to come over and thank us before wanderi...
1: Ginny = I had a text message from George: ‘I need to talk with you urgently, xxx’ - so being free, I pottered off to his bungalow to find out what was so urgent. Sitting on the sofa in his back room, I waited while George seemed to take an age to start...
1: George = No one can understand what it was like. Pam walked out of the house, then halfway to the local shops, tripped over a pothole in the footpath, fell sideways into the road, and was run over by a big double-decker. She died instantly; at least it...
We had known George for many years, his wife Pam was my close friend and it was a great shock to us all when she was killed in a hit-and-run while out shopping. George became a more frequent visitor to our home and after some of his visits, Stan would tel...
Chapter 1: Ginny's Story = A few weeks ago, instead of getting on with the jobs I wanted him to do, Stan was still in bed late in the morning. Around 11 o'clock, my friend Alice came to visit, as we wanted to arrange a girls’ tea party for next week. Alic...
