Although, you always seem to be more interested in hanging out with your friends, or having another damn party, than being with me. I have someone her...e that loves spending time with me," Erin explained.Then she looked back at me."Yeah, that's right, Gillian. They were all his parties, not mine. He doesn't ever pay attention to me, unless it's a special day," Erin told me.Then she got back on the mattress with me, and my nerves were shot. She wrapped her arms around me, and we began making out. I come from a village to the South,” I said.There was no major reaction from the girl but her sobbing quietened a little. I took that as an encouraging sign.Using my experience of reading stories to the village youngsters, I told the girl the story of my life. I told her about all my humiliations and failures and how I’d ended up unmarried, careerless and mucking out pig pens. The girl’s sobbing stopped and I thought I heard her snigger a couple of times.I risked shuffling closer to the girl. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a panty girdle. The card game was hilarious and, as she giggled, she’d part her legs very slightly and I’d get a full flash. It wasn’t really until then that I started to think about Doreen and the possibility of what might happen between us. Of course, the signs were there – I just hadn’t been looking for them. Anyway, I started to have the occasional wank with Doreen as the object of my. Literally everything was visible.The taxi pulled up and I jumped in the back seat. The driver was an older man (about 50 I guess). His eyes were bugging out as he turned to look at me and ask me where I was going. I could feel the wet dress sticking to my skin as he stared for a few seconds longer than necessary. I gave him the address and then told him how to get there - being sure to give him directions that would take a long time to get there.As soon as he pulled into the traffic the fun.