"I was saving myself for--Dell! And Mr. Quentin stripped me naked--and played his hands on my body--squeezed my boobies--pushed his thing at me... INT... ME... and FUCKKKKKEDDDDMMMEE!... He took my maidenhead... F-U-C- K-E-D meeeeeee! I hurt--for a little mite of time! Then it was goooooood! I liked his fucking me!"Mavis inhaled deeply. She was puzzled. She wanted to scratch her own snatch."He's a liar! Dell wouldn't steal from anyone! He lied! He conned me! At first, before I realized what was. The fingernails didn't hamper me, infact, they caused me to think about placement and my touch wasjust a little more delicate, almost sensuous.Jeremy applauded loudly and I glanced at Angela and saw she hadan amazed look on her face. 'Sing us a song, Liz,' Jeremy calledafter I played a little jellyroll.'Sing? Oh no, I don't think so ''Use that new voice, my dear,' Jeremy urged.It was tantalising, I had to admit, I wondered what I wouldsound like if I sang. Allan Stratton didn't sing, his voice. So it was that I spent the first 19 years of my life in a sheltered environment. Although I had a guilty desire for such things. I did learn how to masturbate, self taught I should add, and really enjoyed it. I also found that I had a bit of a thing for looking at cocks in the toilets and sports showers.I left school at 16 and became an apprentice Telephone Engineer, after my apprenticeship, and at the age of 19, I became a telephone fitter. In those days, 1965, all telephones were owned by the. "They've got workers living here at harvest time. The kids went their separate ways. A granddaughter and her daughter live with them now. The grandson-in-law died in the war. The granddaughter's a bitter lady. Luckily the great granddaughter is spry and cheerful. I guess they aren't so alone."A squat stocky woman of sturdy British descent with soft lines on her face revealing a life of smiles greeted the great poet cheerfully. "How wonderful to see you. You've brought friends I see. Welcome."We.