As I kissed her I allowed my hands to roam round the back and so clasped a buttock in each hand and pulled the centre of our bodies together! This dre... a snort of protest from Janet who squealed something about me having come after her first and she wanted first fuck...... but it had all got a little heavy for me and they could sense that I didn't want to go through with it, so Margaret played her Ace. 'What are you doing tonight?' she asked innocently 'Well, nothing. This was going to be her third date with Paul and that meant sex. And she had went all out to make sure this night was perfect. A new sexy dress and a new sexy scent to go with her new attitude on life.Unlike her husband, who moved in with his whore-secretary day one, she went three months without even considering a date. Plenty of guys asked (she still could turn an eye), but they were politely rejected. She just hadn’t felt ready. And then along came Paul.They had met at the local coffee. She looked grateful and both somewhat restored I gently fingered the nipples to check the cuts. They were more colourful than deep bruising was appearing as small and discoloured patches of tenderness here and there that proclaimed misuse of the soft flesh. She fixed me with her eyes and said the one thing I dreaded, “and the dog?” She was asking the near impossible of me, that I mark her arse if possibly with a long-term scar. I knew I had promised, she knew that it was a hard thing after. When I was eighteen my parents moved to the same town where my aunt, uncle and cousin Lou lived. Because of an accident I had missed one semester of school and even though I was already eighteen going on nineteen I had to attend one semester at the local high school and get my diploma before I could go on to college. The first day of school I was sitting in the cafeteria studying my class schedule when someone sat down across from me. I looked up to see a girl with flaming red hair and I knew.