They made towards the centre of the playground, where a small patch of grass stood as an island of greenery in a sea of drab, cracked tarmac that was ...ong overdue relaying.The grass, where pupils would often while away their breaktimes reading magazines and gossiping, lay empty. The teacher pulled Molly into its centre, and was quickly encircled by leering teenage boys.“You’re such a skank Miss” called out one of the girls, quickly being hustled out of the way by a group of 14 year old boys.. ..enjoy. I met a small group of older swingers through an online forum that promoted gatherings of like-minded couples and select adults. After exchanging a few pictures and a nice phone conversation with the party host, I accepted an invitation to attend a hotel party on a cool winter weekend evening.The anticipation of attending a group party built throughout the day and a long work out, and a few drinks at a nearby pub helped stave off the excitement of enjoying a fun night of sexual. A few steps later, it was a stain on the dirty linoleum floor that caught his attention. Like an inkblot in a psychological test, it made him think of a butterfly and he wondered what a psychologist would make of that. Another step and he looked at the face of the kid. There was a zit on the side of his nose. The kid’s eyes were focused on the girl. He wasn’t even aware that John was in the room. He could see the kid’s finger starting to squeeze the trigger on the pistol.Just as he got between. She was at school in the town I live in and lived a few streets away with her mother, a single mother as her father had died a few years ago. Harriet is a strapping girl, a jolly hockey sticks type, 5 foot 10 inches in her stocking soles and wide in the hips, so a big boned girl. Mousey hair with a natural wave, a pretty face with a snub nose and pale grey eyes. More on her intimate details later...Harriet had started to go off the tracks, meeting with the wrong crowd after school, staying out.