This is how my first encounter started, I was 15 at the time, athletic build, a winger on the local rugby team, and not too bad looking if I do say so...myself. Daniel was a couple of years older than I and build more like a man. He was well over 6'1" solid frame, blond wavy hair and a forward in the same Rugby team as I. I remember the first encounter like it was only yesterday, we were both watching porn and had a bet to see who would need to use the bathroom first, knowing full well that. Avril gets up off the floor and dusts herself off before picking up the chair and looking at him. “Fucking hell dude,” Avril setting the chair up straight, “You could have knocked.” “I did… did… d… did… did,” Mike stammers back to her. “You did fuck I didn’t hear a thing,” Avril stops and stares at Mike watching him rock back and forth on his heels and his hands shaking like mad. ”You ok man,” She asks him while he stands there holding the note. Sweat pores down Mike’s face as he tries to. So you want me to fuck you she then said I don't use words like that, you will I said now lay on your back I'm going to fuck you she did open your legs show me your pussy, I got between her legs & pushed my knob up her. now I'm going to fuck your cunt hole what am I going to do to do you I asked her. she said make love to me, no I'm just going to fuck you and started to fuck her you like my knob up you don't you yes I do I was banging away at her hard & fast I then told her I was going to fuck. Why did these people insist on latching onto a woman who had been dead nearly thirty years? Why couldn't they find another 20th century woman to latch onto, Mother Theresa, Princess Diana, Anne Frank, just anyone but Dr Elizabeth Bexley. Part of her wanted to attend one of their meetings, to prove them wrong, to correct the error of their ways, but deep down she knew it would be a futile gesture. Anyway she had larger things to attend to, like her upcoming move to England. Things were nearly.