Awash with guilt and fear I instinctively slammed down the screen of my laptop, begging my guardian angels to make sure whoever it was hadn’t had a ...hance to read what I was writing, then span around in my chair to see who it was that had frightened me so much.“Tony! Jesus you scared the life out of me!” I exclaimed.Oh my God! It was the very person I had been imagining seducing the heroine of my story, a heroine in many ways modelled on myself. My skin was suddenly hot and prickly at the. I stood up, pushed my own bottoms down kicking them off and pressed myself again her allowing my rigid member to slide between her legs. I placed my hands on her waist and started to slide them up and around to her large breasts fondling and squeezing them. I started to kiss her neck and she closed her eyes and pushed her head back leaning into me. I turned her round and went down on her. She opened her legs arching her crotch giving my tongue access to her clitoris. I started to push my. Only when he put his hand on my leg did I stop him."Come on Jenny," he said putting his hand under my short skirt again."No please stop it," I said pushing his hand off for the third time."You didn't stop those guys the other night," he said, "I've seen the pictures."Well it was like being hit hard in the stomach for my breath was knocked completely out of me."W-what," I barely managed to get out."You seemed to be enjoyed getting fucked by those guys the other week," he said crudely."Oh no," I. The landlady of her last flat was far from so on this matter, and had insisted, rather forcefully, that she either get dressed or get out. Algebra’s principles wouldn’t contemplate compromise, so she moved out almost immediately and had spent most of the last month sleeping on a sofa in a girlfriend’s bedsit. She didn’t immediately warm to Dodie when she opened the door. Dodie had grown her hair, but it was still quite short, and she wore a large sweatshirt which pretended that she too was a.