We decided to blow some of our new wealth on a small wedding at a country hotel which just happened to have in its garden a most romantic ruin, appare...tly of a castle. (I learned later it was a Victorian folly, built by the original builder and owner of the premises, which had been designed as a comfortable country home, and only became a hotel in the 1990s.) We invited only close family – the girls, of course, but they had to promise to be discreet – four pregnant females all living under the. When she got her order she came and sat opposite me, “Thanks” she said. Then she told me about herself, she was 17, on the dole, her mother was an alcoholic so she spent all their money on booze, hence why she hadn’t eaten. She was an ordinary looking girl, shoulder length dark hair, a nice pair of tits, with a top and jeans, she had chubby thighs probably cos she ate so much rubbish.When we’d finished eating she said “Have you got a car” “Yes” “I know where we can go”, as I drove she directed. Marcel leans in.“I have more...”He takes her hand and leads her inside, making sure this time, that he has control. He doesn't trust this sprite to stay put and let herself be made love to. Marcel wants her attention, he wants to unload his seed into this special woman, once she has become his sated, mewing lover. He kisses her in the space before the bed but makes no attempt to pull her onto the soft mattress.“You're beautiful Crysta. Your skin is the colour of cream.”Her leads her into the. When her and her now deceased husband Errol had arrived in the village, they were penniless migrants from the Turks and Caicos Islands after their house was burned down by an arsonist and Errol had been done for selling drugs - connected. They were virtually forced out of the British Overseas Territory. Any money would do and she would offer to show her then blooming great black bosoms for sixpence, now the five pence coin, was then known. The nickname had stuck and now and then earned her.