Sally goes into a shop in soho-she buys a copy of a magazine called 'Janus'-'my god!some people are really into this stuff|!' she says goggle eyed-aft...er reading it she is about to throw it in the bin...a few days later Sally was back at Winterbottoms house-clutching the magazine 'have you seen this?' she offers the magazine to him-he smiles knowingly and leads her by the hand to his library-he points to a pile of magazines-'Janus' is just one of many such 'spanking' magazines 'got to keep up. Looking at Paul kind of brought me to a place that was sure. I told Nikki that I had to go back to my man, that I wasn’t a lesbian, “Sorry if you thought otherwise” I said, picking up my Lois Vitton and walking over to Paul grabbing his hand pulling him out of the bar.In my head for the rest of that week I continuously saw Nikki’s eyes, the melancholy in them while on stage, the perfection in them while talking to me. I remembered how she told me that she could smell out chemistry and how I. :. ‘You’re home early and oh my good fucking god what have you done to yourself?’ ‘Hi, Bron,’ I winced. ‘Ceri, what the fuck happened?’ I winced as gently put my violin case down. ‘Some cunt knocked me down the stairs at Vauxhall.’ ‘Oh my god. Your arm, Ceri?’ ‘Sprained, not broken.’ ‘Sit down, sit down. It’s an emergency. Wine is called for.’ Bronwyn flapped around me like a mother hen, dragging our TV lurk blankets out and arranging me on our shabby sofa. ‘You did a good job on yourself,. My boner has now gone on full stretch and is pressing against her belly. She reaches down and says "what have we here?" I manage to eke out "let's take it out and find out". I reach down and undo my belt, pull down my zipper and unfasten my slacks. She pulls them down along with my shorts and then she grabs onto my cock. I open her blouse and reach inside to latch onto those tits. Her nipples are bright pink and hard as pencil tips. I gently tweak them and roll them between my thumb and.