Janet scooted her body twice finally landing fully on my face and I found myself looking up past her big belly at the underside of her breasts.The nex... thing I felt was an immense stabbing pain on my lower stomach as Kathleen stood firstly with one foot on me and then both. The pain rapidly intensified as presumably she leaned back on her heels and yes I screamed, but it just made a farty noise against Janets crotch. Frantically I tried to twist my head sideways to get a breath, crying with the. . But, well... I just suddenly feltso emotional."I gave him a rather tremulous smile."Of course I don't think you're silly," he replied,stroking my hair, "But I was afraid that I'd been a littletoo forward." No, that's not it at all. It was... it was wonderful. Ijust..." I didn't know how to finish. How could I sum up myfeelings of the last hour in a few words?We held each other for a few more seconds, and this time,as we started to walk back to the party, he took my hand.As we strolled, I. Now I knew things were getting out of hand and it had been my fault so it was up to me to make moves to put it right. I left work early and prepared a meal with a nicely chilled bottle of wine and was rewarded with a peck on the cheek and a broad smile. Things were relaxed as the meal ended and after a grovelling apology I risked diving in to explain my reasons for writing to the couple. I reminded her that she was a very shapely woman and would look good posing in sexy undies or even less and. Would I pass for a schoolgirl? The way the schoolboy swallowed his fear told me that it was a definite possibility: I remembered that fear; here he was suddenly outnumbered and outgunned. “Wotcha?” Justine said, with an up-flick of her chin. The tone made it sound like an off-hand-generic-greeting as well as an interrogation as to the schoolboy’s intent. Are you friend or foe? I felt a pang of common suffering as the testosterone-fuelled Adam’s apple tried to hide in the lad’s throat. My.