With the money I saved working at the country club I could just make it. I was lucky. My twenty year old stepsister, Maggie, had a house mate moving o...t. This one girl was going back home. She had decided she wasn't ready for college. Maggie was able to get me that room in the house. My Dad would be helping me move my stuff about ten miles north, close to the college. Not really far away. I could be home almost any day if I wanted to take the boring bus ride. Until then though I was at home.. It was hard work getting past that English ‘reserve’ I’d read about and her obvious nervousness didn’t make it any easier for me. It wasn’t like a lot of the brash white trash American sluts I regularly chat up, they can talk your ear off but they do also drop their panties no problem. ‘Hubby’ had made himself scarce like he said he would and hadn’t returned so, after ordering another large glass of wine I moved to the other side of the booth and sat beside her. I don’t normally buy drinks. You know... weird." It was upsetting," Peggy said. "I tried to make myself like guys. I did the classic overcompensation thing and became something of a slut. I went out with boy after boy. I would make out with them. I would let them feel my tits. I'd let them finger me. I jerked a lot of them off and even blew a few. One of them took my virginity when I was just about to turn sixteen. I was very experienced with boys for my age and none of this did anything at all for me." Nothing at all?". This was more like it. She liked the romantic way better. She felt something drag across her thigh. He rolled her over and his dick went inside her ass. He didn't go easy, either. He rammed it inside of her, but by the time she recovered her breath, he was fucking her anally, like others had fucked her pussy. It stung a little bit, but was getting easier to take, a little at a time. She was relaxing, and it was feeling better and better. She was on her tummy, and he was on her back, and.