This development was representative of the process by which former working class areas, in/near old urban center settings, are being transformed into ...upper class islands.Story Prequel—5 Years before the start of the Main Story—A Summer Day in LondonIt was a hot summer day & sitting at a park bench in central London, sensuously rolling her tongue around a softening ice cream cornet, was a young lady contemplating her imminent departure to university & the start of her degree studies. As was her. ”“Do you have a jigsaw?”“No.”She had her hands in her pockets. “Drill?”“Yes, but why would I need a drill?”“If you cut the two long cuts with a miter saw you can drill a hole at the end and then use a jigsaw to cut the other piece.”“I think you should be in charge of this.”“Nope, you’re the man.” She had her phone in her hand.“What are you doing?”“Texting Rian to see if we can borrow his jigsaw. And probably some drill bits.” She was busy on her phone. “He says we can. He’ll even bring them. Finally the music ends, and your partner drops you over his arm in a dip that leaves you gasping for air and thrilled beyond belief, as once more a shiver of excitement shoots up your spine all the way to the tip of your head. Bending down he kisses you, and you can’t help yourself but kiss this gorgeous man back. In a warm fury you lose yourself in his arms and his kiss, you can feel the energy spreading from your core. Long before your satisfied the kiss breaks and you realize you’ve held it. There should not be any surprises. Natalie, what is it that you desire? ” “I want to know how a real cock feels inside me, I want to taste what a cock has to offer. I want to experience an orgasm and see if it is better than the ones I get with my toys.” “Well you certainly have gotten my cock rock hard and your nipples too, Natalie.” “Brett, Natalie is wet.” I bring my hand up which had been resting near Natalie’s pussy during the conversation. “Eunice, your nipples are hard too.” Brett says.