“I remember that evening as if it was yesterday’, said Madeleine, “We were on the second “balcony” in the hay. I had taken off my jeans and ...you pulled yours off after. We kissed. I was the aggressor. In a flash we were naked “down there” and I started on you. I had a mouthful of your hair. You came within minutes. Then you did the same to me. It was dark. We had pubic hair between our teeth. (Roberta smiled at that comment). Then we saw the flash of light and it was too late to hide. Mother. I could see out of the corner my eye, him looking me up and down and then he said the funniest thing "do you shave your legs?" Lol. I finished my wine and stubbed out my cigarette and said some thing like "come on I want to see that cock of yours". We walked back into the lounge and I stopped him and said, let's start in here. We were stood in the centre of the lounge and to avoid eye contact, as much as possible, I manoeuvred myself so I was behind him. Sometimes it the most silly things. The O’Brian side of my family-tree was situated mostly on the other side of the Hudson River in the glorious State of New Jersey. I had discovered the treasure trove of pussy just waiting for my friendly weapon when my sister and mom and I went there on a sort of “no other option” visit because we got evicted from our shitty apartment in the slums of Manhattan. I guess we were lucky to have such a kind-hearted family close enough to save us from the clutches of social services even if we had to. "Take off the serving tray and throwher over the arm of the sofa," he ordered. His men quickly unbuckled thetray from around my waist and pushed me down so that I was lying face downacross the arm of the couch with my butt up in the air and my face in thecushion."Why are you doing this," I squealed from my embarrassing position. He lifted up my skirt, and his large hand stroked my rounded buttocks ashe explained, "Carl, the head chef, complained to me that you were late. Italked to Mr..