The same feel of sickness started in me again, excitement and fear. The park was quiet, only 2 cars in the carpark. I decided to walk in to the woods,... being as it was probably empty. After a short stubble down a dark path, I came to a fence over looking a pond. 1 guy was leaning on the fence, shortish chubby 40 something. I swallowed all my fear and walk up to stand next to him. After a few minutes he looked at me and said "come here offern?" "first time" I said "you?" "now and again. What are. I knew he would welcome the opportunity to touch it and feel the silky texture, but he would also have to reach behind me, and lean down with me, bringing our faces closer together. As I made the bow, I looked up into his eyes, little more than a foot away from mine. “Did I do it right?” I asked, evening out the loops. Unlike his bow, mine hung vertically, one loop sitting high and the other low, spoiling the beauty of the shoes. “Not quite,” he said. “Start again and I will show you.” I pulled. Why, after all, should they have? No one had ever appeared at those small, rather grimy, half-forgotten basement windows up at the top of the room.But that is just where Ellen's young adolescent boy friend, Mark Green, now peeked in. Through the haze on the windows he could not quite tell what was going on in the room, but only that there was something unusual and magnetic about the four people, the way they were dressed, and the odd bright light coming from one wall.Mark was not by nature a. " Bit plump, eh? How tall?" Five-ten?" Inseam?" Thirty-five." Who deflowered you?"She blinked and licked her lips. "Ted, my brother, right after my birthday. Nasty and under-sized too. Lasted two minutes maybe. Squirted all over the place."I waited, pen poised."All three," she said and a tear slid down her cheek. "All three holes, the bastard. It really hurt even though he was only maybe five inches." Bra size?"She sniffed. "Thirty-seven."I waited.She blinked and then said, 'Dee. What do you.