For a moment I sit still, and then I try a little jerk, then another, before I'm able to raise myself up and down the thick pole in my belly. But now ...my pussy has stretched to accommodate him, I seek my pleasure, lifting and sitting, grinding my arse down harder into his lap. His hands grab my hips and he helps to move me up and down, harder, faster and deeper.Suddenly our bodies clutch and lift and heave together in a blur until, with a scream that you're sure you heard, I cum all over his. There were many other kids we used to be with but us four would be the core of our streets gang.Let me explain how council estates were in those days, each street had its own area to play, we called it the square, as the houses surrounded this grass area with a sort of climbing thing in the middle. That was our square, each street had its own and you didn’t go to other squares without expecting a confrontation with other kids.At school I didn’t hang around with Jim, my brother or lee, but out. But if they could scrap the Royal Family, mightn't they also scrap the Honours System. Titles such as the Order or Commander of the British Empire had been anachronistic honorifics for well over a century and with no Britain, let alone a British Empire, they'd become even more anachronistic. But maybe they'd preserve the honorary title of 'Sir'.Sir Norman.Could he get used to that?The question of how he would be addressed should be the least of his worries, but there had been little time to. Definitely an artist. Aren laughed to himself and Gin looked at him like he was crazy. * * * Gin couldn’t believe who she saw in the studio. Aren Black. What luck. I’m going to have to share a studio with him. Gin didn’t know Aren well, but she didn’t like him. He seemed arrogant and rude, stuck up and aloof. She wasn’t into that kind of guy. It was like he knew he was gorgeous and wanted to flaunt it. Gorgeous he was. He was a big guy. Tall, probably 6’4′. He had an athletic build slightly.