How the fuck did they know that? John knew that he had to get to a phone and fast. His mobile had burnt along with his home, and the nearest public ph...ne box was over a mile up the road. Hearing some shots he hunkered deeper into the hollow, listening out for any noise or crack of dry wood underfoot. Waiting until he heard the cars leave he got out of the hollow gingerly, holding his stomach, and keeping low, in case they had left any men behind to get him he made his careful way back towards. At times, when the disgrace welled up within him, he was tempted to end it all; in a gentlemanly fashion; with his army service revolver.Margot’s fancy for young Jack had not dimmed his ambition to be an office clerk and whenever he escaped Margot’s need of him, would busy himself in the old squires little office.There he would try to make sense of the shambles of paperwork that was Mr Guy’s responsibility; but other demands mostly took him elsewhere, leaving these admin cores undone.One might. All in all, Susan couldn't complain. She was almost out from under Harry, at least as far as the blackmailing was concerned and she only had to put up with Gordon as long as she and Barry stayed together. If something didn't happen soon to pull them back together they were on their way to a divorce. Barry had not made love to her since two months after Harry's blackmail started and he was just barely civil to her when they were in the house together. It was trying to satisfy his damn fantasy. I broke the kiss to look downwards and Ala followed my gaze. The contrast of my dark cock head in her white pussy was so erotic. Her eyes were wild with lust at the taboo. I wanted this teenager to know exactly what she was doing. I started to tweak her rock hard nipples. ‘Do you know you’re about to be fucked by your soccer coach?’ I asked. ‘YES.’ She replied. We both watched as I pushed an inch of my rock hard cock into her soapy pink pussy. Ala softly let out an aching moan. I gave each.