Sliding her fingers into Bree’s hair, she stroked it. Deep in unconsciousness, Bree moaned and nuzzled her face further into OctoPussy’s hand. I s...allowed as the eyes looked at me, and she cocked her head. I shook my head for her to stop. OctoPussy floated closer downward. Her body hovered right over Bree’s now. My eyes grew. It was the first time I had ever seen one of them fully fly. She stuck out her tongue and licked Bree’s cheek, to which Bree unconsciously purred. OctoPussy’s other hand. From about the age of eight I played football for my primary school in London; Oxford Gardens Junior Boys, aka the Ladbroke Grove Cloggers.I played on the right wing and modelled my play on the then famous and illustrious Stanley Matthews. My teammates said I played more like Stanley Laurel – the young can be extremely cruel.Not long after I had taken the 11+ Examination my family moved from London to the North East of England. The result of a pupil’s 11+ Exam determined the type of school. ...." OH PLEASE SIR, PLEASE HIT ME HARDER!!!!!" John said, "Now Lyn, from the other side thrash her with that crop!!" The pair of them thrashed Celia for 10 minutes, John got her up! " BEDROOM! THE PAIR OF YOU!!" Celia's bottom was striped in a lovely fasion, ( not as hard as Lyn's)John had to make a decision, then said " Lyn, lie on the bed, bottom near the pillows, legs above the headboard!!Lyn obeyed, " Right Celia, all fours put your head near Lyn's pussy! " Celia obeyed, John stripped and. She’s stopped on the way to stage by a red-haired woman who insists on a congratulatory hug, she looks familiar (as do most of the audience members – maybe someone from daytime tv) – and then Charley’s on her way to the stage again.On the stage she takes a hug from Rachel, then blocks Jimmy with a palm on the chest – part in jest, but mainly because she doesn’t want him to touch her ... She takes her award, then readies herself at the microphone whilst the applause dies down.“I can’t believe.