Gilly Price was a short blond with big tits, happy all the time, her husband Don ran the local garbage service and was rolling in money. Bill and Lucy...Camp had a insurance firm and owned a Pharmacy so d**gs and money. Those were about the only two I remember except for Allen and Mary Livingston. It was as if the entire party stopped just to meet them. He was a tall well built man salt and pepper hair blue green eyes very stern looking, his wife was a knock out, it was as if every inch was. .................. As you would imagine, after my mother had introduced me to the delights of her body and sexual intercourse generally or 'shagging' as we called it at school,; curiously although we all used the 'F' word on a regular basis, we rarely connected it with the actual physical act of sex! Another thing, I should think that few of my class mates had my sort of experience, unless we were all shagging our Mothers and one or two of my friends' mums had caused me to dampen my sheets. ‘Ah…Fran…’ she murmured. She leaned back in her friend’s arms and looked at her. ‘What?’ Fran asked, looking directly at her. ‘I…ah…I…I don’t know what to say,’ Joanne stammered. ‘Something…there’s…’ She couldn’t continue. ‘Let me make a guess,’ Fran said softly, ‘I’ll bet you were lying in here, thinking about that story I told you about Greg and me making love, weren’t you?’ Joanne nodded, avoiding eye contact with her friend. ‘And you probably got turned on a little, didn’t you?’ Fran. Can't be."She was not convinced though and the thought continued to go round in her head.She had completely misread Tim. Certainly he liked Wendy. She was amusing, hard working, friendly and caring. She was pretty too now but the thought of intimacy with her or indeed anyone had never occurred to Tim. He was Jane's husband and would remain faithful to her."You weren't born and bred in Gloucester, were you?" he asked Wendy over dinner in the kitchen one evening. "You've got a country burr."Wendy.