He said, “Randi, why your vagina is wet? do you need this cock?”I said nothing. He started eating my salty vagina. Hmm, Vishal it is so good. He p...t his cock inside me and was driving me slow, I said him to be rough which I like it.He started calling me, “you bitch, I know you want to be my slave” and he started slapping me and pulling my hair and spit on my face. I was like what happen to him. He is fucking me very hard and I was in pain and pleasure.Trust me, girls, young guys dicks are. Maybe I am a silly old man, who knows. At 19 Maureen became pregnant with our first child, Michael Peter O’Finneran. That was one of the happiest days in my life. To be holding this small person who will be depending on us for everything, food, shelter, love, you name it. That thought is probably the most singularly sobering idea one person could ever be faced with. Michael was the first of out three children. Next came Patrick Connor and Laura Mary O’Finneran. I would be lying to you if I said. I learned her deceased husband Arnold had been chief engineer at the Great Western Railway works that once was the major employer. Now the place, bypassed by the M4 motorway is large complexes of service industries, including the HQ of WHSmiths a major high street stationer, bookseller and newsagent and the car maker Honda. Hope’s career was as the old fashioned directors secretary – at GWR’s offices in the days when shorthand was the usual and typewriters of course.Chatting about her past, on. ..I thought some more about my problem. Actually, it was all I could think about. My mind was going round and round in circles, so I tried to use my newly book-learned techniques to analyze the issues logically.Just twenty-four hours earlier, I’d been dumb but happy as far as my parents and sister were concerned.Now the world I’d grown up in had been turned upside down, overnight.Some things were no-brainers. I just HAD to find out more about these parties, and to do that, I needed to take up.