Harriet Barrett, she of the blue eyes and black hair, was visiting with her mother and older sister, Catherine. Mrs. Barrett was making sure that Cath...rine and I had every chance to speak. But it was Harriet by whom I could not help but be entranced.I write this memoir in a time far removed from the events I am narrating and to an audience unfamiliar with those times. I must explain so that what follows in the narrative will make sense to the current reader. A girl without a chaperone would. We were overtaken by the giggles as we bumped heads, each trying to undo the others jeans, she winning, dropping to her knees, slowly loosening my zipper, feeling her hot fingers as they fished my eight inches out, all hard, all ready. Her look of lust as she stared at my fat cock, asking me about the leaking, I explained the precum thing, how it protected the to follow spermies, she licked my cock head clean, it twitching expectantly. She was into my balls, again weighing them, softly kissing. I went close to her and kissed her with lust and love. While doing that I let my hand inside her blouse to feel her boobs. She was more aggressive than I was and she quickly unhooked her blouse to make me see things which I can’t resist. She then started pressing my hands hard against her boobs and using her other hand she made me lie on boobs. It was such a nice feeling but I know I had to calm her down for me to enjoy the sex. So I stood tall again and kissed her on her lips while I unhooked. " After further discussions about how we were going to put the next stages ofthe plan into operation, we finally settled on a great strategy to make theJones bitch's life a total misery. Then we opened the warehouse door and smiledat her. "OK, Jones," I said. "My sister's driving you home now. Butdon't think you can travel in style any more. Get in the boot while Lee drivesyou back." The look of horror and indignation on the bitch's face was priceless. Shewas almost choking with anger when I.