‘Somehow I can’t imagine you in a pinny.’ Jack had just finished the dishes after his evening meal when David walked into the kitchen with a lit...e and a half bottle of rum, coke, crisps and nuts. ‘Righty-ho old fruit! Time for a jolly-old chin wag, I think.’ ‘I take it you and Milla have decided I’m your new charity case.’ ‘Milla may have, dear boy, but as far as I’m concerned you’re only my oldest chum.’ ‘You still talk like some old Sir Buffton-Tuffton, David.’ ‘Yes, its handy in court, the. " Oh not forever. We'll no doubt run into each other at the country club or the tennis club." So you've chewed me up and now you're spitting me out," he opined."Something like that, yes. Now be a good little boy and run along."The man finished dressing then opened the door."Someday you'll meet your match, Tracy." Maybe, but certainly not today."With that he left closing the door a bit harder than necessary.Tracy Copperton smiled and turned back to the mirror to refresh her makeup. She had meet. For a start, there was a lot more of it here. And also, there was none of the approbation associated with it as back home. It was just another way of making a living. Not that there were that many options. You could work in the fields or in the community, but that had very low returns, dependent almost entirely on either the season or how well everyone else was doing. You could work in the factories, but that invariably meant sex anyway. Especially for Buttercup. She couldn't help being so very. She said, "Well alright then, let's go. I'll drive." They didn't say a single word on the short drive to her place, but once they were inside, he grabbed her by her long ponytail, pulled her to him and passionately kissed her. His kiss was very sensual, and she noticed a warming sensation begin to form in her loins. He grabbed her arms and walked her to the bed, pushing her down on it. He climbed on top of her and unbuttoned her shirt. She had mammoth breasts; triple D, to be exact. He.