Next day while returning magazine to that lady I gather my courage and asked lady whether she also used to read these stories or not. She said “Yes ...ometimes” and this was the turning point. Immediately I said “I can give her more better magazine with exciting stories” but took her promise that she will not show it to her husband.She hesitantly agreed and next day I handed her a MASTRAM story book. Next day it was Sunday and my off day. On Monday when I finished my teaching, she came to me and. I knew that I wasn’t the sharpest female in the litter, but I was pretty good at putting two and two together and I had a suspicion that the Government man had seeded me in the family way and I was only about seven months away from increasing the family name.I made up a story about a traveling salesman called Darrin that had taken advantage of me when I swooned from the heat behind the dance hall barn on a whooping and hollering Saturday night. I think they thought I was just trying to protect. Her hair is a mess of knotted brown and dirty blonde strands, and her skin is a surprising contrast with its tan almost olive color, and amazingly the bruises are a purple contrast to the color, like dyed pearls littered under the skin. Her clothes are torn, and look as old as they are. She doesn’t have any money to buy new ones. All the money goes to her ‘boyfriend’. Making no attempt to hide the weariness of her body, she slumps against a wall, weariness decorating the stunning green of her. He started roughly kissing me and I felt his penis pushing at the entrance to my love hole. Having only been fucked once before I was still very tight and he was having difficulty entering so I arched my back and dropped my hips to give him a better angle. I felt his tongue dive in to my mouth just as he started to enter. Once again there was that wonderful stretching, filling sensation as his penis slid smoothly inside. This time there was no pain and I took him all the way in at the first.