You rushed off after the service. I wanted to introduce you to Rebecca. Rebecca, Joe Hancock. Joe, Rebecca Upthorpe.”“Hey, Rebecca ... nice to, um... meet you.”“Pleased to meet you too. Dulcie was telling me a bit about these ships.”“A little, Joe. You know I’m no expert.”“Want the ten-pee tour?”Rebecca looked at Dulcie. “We’ve time, Rebecca,” she said. The girl nodded, so I began.“These vessels carried cargo all around the east and south coasts, mainly in and out of London. Everything. Coal,. She spoke meekly, looking at her feet as she did. Feralzen walked a bit closer, her obviously being the leader. Unlike the others, she wasnt incredibly muscular. Her boobs however were humongous, probably E cup or maybe small F. She had long gray hair that covered her other hair from time to time and she brushed it away with her hand. Hmm, nice… Sure, for five dollar, I think I could fill the bunny with cream and have fun with the bun… shed murmur before slowly moving her hand down behind Amys. Donna P. punched me in the shoulder. "Shut up! That was great." Turning back to our host, she aded, "Will you make a copy for me?" Sorry, no copies ladies," Donna F. answered with a mix of pride and embarrassment."What you gunna do to top that on your night?" Donna P. demanded looking me straight in the eye. I looked at the floor and blushed."I think I have an idea for my turn," Kirstie volunteered.---I admit, I was shaking with anticipation when I rang Kirstie's doorbell a few weeks later. We. My very best wishes to you."I signed off and then briefly wondered whether I should actually send it, however send it I did.What followed over the next months was a wonderfully exciting exchange of messages.One day though, I received the following message."Yvonne, you shit brained cunt, it's time for us to meet up so that I can use you like the dirty, depraved, fucking harlot that you are."I replied giving all sorts of excuses why we shouldn't and couldn't meet.There was no putting him off.