‘Ellie I want you so bad.’ ‘And I want you,’ I said, ‘But please, be gentle, it’s been a long time.’ He lay me down on the blanket then ...got on top of me, he began kissing my throat and the tops my breasts that were pushing out of my dress. ‘El, are you sure you want this?’ Instead of an answer, I grasped his man hood through his trousers. I tried to undo his pants but found myself struggling with his button, he laughed and told me to let him do everything. His hands felt so strong around my. The gesture drove the man's cock head into her cunt. She gasped and was still for a moment, getting used to the fantastic pressure of having her cunt stuffed for the very first time.It felt wonderful. She began to breathe again, and her body relaxed, and the man drove his cunt further and further into her silken-soft tunnel of love. Anita moaned softly."Shh!" the man commanded, putting a hand on her mouth. Anita tried to be quiet, aware that any noise could alert any passerby to what they were. One of these was Michelle. In all outward signs Michelle (she liked to be called Mi) had it all, well almost all – the only lack, which didn't bother her was she had no c***dren. On the other hand, that ment she had no stretch marks and she had a flat stomach. Mi was of model proportions: 5' 10” tall, slim but nice tits that didn't really need a bra, although she unsally wore one in public. Mi's tits were B cup size. She regularly had her hair styled, having the colour and the cut changed about. I glanced through the pages, pages of close feminine writing in a pale blue ink which had faded somewhat. This was going to be difficult.Excerpt of Arabella's diary.Twenty seventh of August nineteen hundred and eight. Dear diary. I have met him, the one, the man who I always knew was out there, the one who would make me his wife. It is so silly really, as our families have lived within a short horse ride for years. Unfortunately we are not considered to be right for their social standing as.