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Monday 1st June to Thursday 20th August 1970

Colette and I decided to have a break from each other on Monday night to get a bit of rest, so I was home alone that evening. The place felt different. I felt at peace. Perhaps at last I was becoming free of the Roasburies, the horrid parents and traitorous daughter.

So, after my evening meal when the phone rang, for the first time I didn’t think it would be Penny. In any case it was the wrong day.

As a result the caller completely confused me. It was Derek. No pleasantries.

“Graham,” he said in a puzzled rather than angry tone, “What’s going on between you and Penny?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “but basically, nothing is going on any more.”

“She says she’s broken off the engagement.”

“Well, I received her engagement watch through the post, so I assume that’s what she’s done.”

“You mean she hasn’t told you?”

“No. I just got the watch. No note with it.”

“She says you’re seeing someone else.”

“Does she?”

“Well, are you?”

“Derek, I’m not prepared to tell you anything if she’s not prepared to talk to me. But I’ll tell you this much and you can draw your own conclusions. You remember she came to you for that weekend?”

“Yes, but what’s–”

“Just listen, I’ll tell you this, and then no more. The previous week I complained that she’d repeatedly put me off seeing her for three weeks and I intended to see her that weekend to talk about it, and I expected her phone call to arrange it on Friday, at 7.30 as usual. Indeed she promised faithfully to phone.

“That call never came, but at midnight, on Friday night mind, remember that, she phoned to say she was at your place and hadn’t been able to phone because the train was delayed three hours. She was phoning from a phone box, Derek.”

“But she didn’t–”

“She didn’t get to you until Saturday afternoon. She deliberately lied to me. The phone box was a giveaway even if you hadn’t phoned about what she’d left behind. You’ve got a phone. That’s all you’re getting, Derek. She hasn’t told me why she’s broken it off.”

There was a moment’s silence, then, “Thanks Graham. Bye.”

So there I was, back to the old uncertainty. When Derek got to her, would she now phone me and explain? Was I to jump at each phone call again, as I had been doing before?

On Tuesday evening, at 7.30 the phone rang. This was ridiculous! My heart jumped, and I somewhat reluctantly answered it.

“Graham Proctor.”

“Graham, it’s Penny’s mother.”

“Hello,” I said, dreading the rest of the call.

“Graham, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie, Graham, Penny says she’s broken off your engagement because you’re seeing someone else.”

“Does she?”

“Don’t play games, Graham, you know you are.”

I was growing tired of this, but I was damned if I was going to answer accusations from anyone but Penny, and I wasn’t sure I could be bothered even to answer hers!

“Is this from Derek?”

“He phoned us, yes, he said he’d told Penny she’d better ring me and tell me what was going on.”

“Did he tell you what I said?”

“Yes, something about her missing a train, or forgetting to phone you.”

I sighed. “OK, I told Derek I wouldn’t discuss it with him unless Penny discussed it with me first.”

“But she’s told you she’s broken it off.”

“No. She sent her engagement watch back to me. No note, no explanation.”

“She said you were being awkward, and you know perfectly well why she’s broken it off.”

“Listen, she hasn’t said anything to me, but she is seeing someone else, which I’m sure will make you very happy. Why you should want to know the details I’ve no idea, you’ve never liked me, you’ve been rude and snobbish, so I have no intention of saying any more. What I will do is write your husband a letter, since he at least is civil to me. Goodnight.”

I hung up, and I hit the bottle. Bloody fucking Roasburies.

On Thursday it was my turn to host the meeting and Zena offered to help. Needless to say everyone knew the latest development and were duly compassionate. We had just sat down to play the first rubber, when the phone rang. Zena’s hand was the dummy so she went to answer it. She needn’t have, for all play stopped while she was gone.

“Hello, Graham Proctor’s Place...”

“Yes, he’s here, who’s speaking please... ?”

“Zena Bridgehouse, I’m a colleague of his from work...”

“I’ll get him.”

She looked over to me. “Penny’s mother.”

I walked over to the phone.

“Hello.”

“So you have got another woman.”

“It’s none of your business, nor of Penny’s any more, is it?”

“Penny told me this Zena was the one you were sleeping with. That woman answered the phone in the evening, and was still there the next morning.”

“No.”

“What d’you mean? Are you calling Penny a liar?”

“Well, yes, she is a liar, but in this case she’s mistaken. Listen, I can’t talk now, I’ll give you this much, Zena is here with two other people. We play contract bridge every Thursday. Did she tell you about Martin Greaves?”

“He’s her new boyfriend. He’s helped her through this awful business. She’s only been with him since you were unfaithful.”

“I’m sick of this! I was not unfaithful. I can’t talk now, these people are waiting to play. And by the way, Penny is lying about Martin as well.”

I put the phone down. “Damned woman,” I snarled, but I wasn’t sure which woman I meant.

I played very badly that night, but Zena, my partner, did not complain. Lovely girl! Fucking Roasburie bitches!

On Friday at home after work, I wrote the letter to Geoff Roasburie outlining the whole saga of infidelity and lack of communication. I enclosed photo’s of Penny with Martin Greaves, the loving couple, one of them walking with arms round each other, and the other of them on the park bench with hands on each other’s genitals, sealed the envelope and posted it. Perhaps this would finally put an end to my pointless association with the delinquent Roasburies.

When I returned from the post box, Colette’s car was outside the flat. As I approached she climbed out and came toward me. She slid her arms around me and lifted her face for a kiss. We kissed. It went on for a while, as her body squeezing against me, waking up further my already stirring cock.

“Anything planned for the weekend?” she asked seductively.

“No,” I said as I opened the front door and we climbed to my first floor flat.

“Come with me to Shropshire,” she invited. “I booked a hotel in Ironbridge. The food is superb, the beer is local and very pleasant; Wenlock Edge is picturesque. How about it?”

“Sold to the lady in red.”

She was a wearing green blouse and a short, darker green skirt.

“How did you know I’ve got my red knickers on?” she asked with a pout.

“You flashed me getting out of the car, and I can see a bit of your bra,” I answered smugly. “And you always wear sexy red when you want me to do something.”

“OK, pervert. Get some stuff together and let’s hit the road. Can we take your car?”

The hotel was in the centre of Ironbridge, and as Colette said the place was very welcoming and the food was superb. She was right about the beer as well.

Ironbridge is a small town by the River Severn Gorge which boasts the first iron bridge ever built. It is a beautiful structure, with a graceful arch and well worth seeing. It and other towns in the area were at the forefront of the industrial revolution, during which time the whole place looked like hell on earth. now all is green and pleasant and the area abounds in fascinating museums,

On the Saturday afternoon after we had returned from our drive and hike along the Edge, we had undressed and got into the king sized bed. It was then that Colette became serious.

“Graham I’ve got something to tell you.”

My face must have shown I was expecting bad news, for she hastened to correct the impression.

“No, no,” she said, “Nothing bad. It’s just that we need to get things clear. You were engaged to Penny, and that shows that you were thinking of settling down and getting married. You’re what? 25, 26?”

I nodded, “27.”

She continued. “Zena and I were talking. I don’t want you getting serious with me. I’m a little younger than you but I don’t want to settle down just yet. I’m very happy the way things are. I like being your friend and I like being your lover. You’re very good in bed, you know, I’ve rarely felt so loved and cared for. That’s it really.”

She sat primly in the bed, displaying her perfect breasts which sat perkily and firm. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Colette,” I said, “after my experience with Penny I don’t want to get too serious either for a good long time. I’m grateful to both of you for all you do for me, and I can’t believe my luck that you want to have sex with me at all. So can we just carry on as we are?”

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As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her. She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked, what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in laughter. He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the heat and lust in his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him, then kissed him gently and said "Yes, I'll do it." And she felt her pussy grow wet once more as she thought about...

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Beware of Old Men2

For a week I met the old janitor in the boiler room, on one day I would jack his cock till he came. The next he would make me suck his cock till he comes, it was Wednesday when he finally decided to stick his cock into my bunghole again. I was waiting in the stairs when he walked by, he opened the boiler room door and stepped to one side. I that was my signal that the hall was clear and I would scurry inside. I walked behind the huge furnace and turned to face my tormentor, 'drop your pants...

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Beware of Old men

It was just another school day and I was glad that it was over. Two of my track team members had took me to the locker room before classes and I had to suck both of them off. As we were exiting the gym, I saw that old janitor watching from the far end and I wondered if he new what had happen. I was on the first floor passing the boiler room when that old bastard rounded the corner. With out a word he grabbed my wrist and pushed me into the boiler room. Since it was still fall the furnace was...

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Beware Of Strangers And Be Safe

Hi to all this story of me happen to me a year ago and then I was of age 23 about me I am slim girl with normal body but has my waist is to slim my upper and back looks little big yes my back is little more big I feel okay to the store I got one friend request on my fb and I checked it and has it showed his age 18 so I consider okay he is small has my brother and confirm the request Soon he started chatting with me and I very clearly made him feel like I am his elder sister and so he was...

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Beware of Tarts and Vicars

I This story is partly autobiographical. It's my first attempt so don't be too hard on me, please But I would appreciate genuine criticism.. * Be Careful of Tarts and Vicars by Joanne Barbarella I will never forget the day when she came into my life and changed it (and me) in ways I never dreamed of. At that time I was 17 -just- and a skinny nerd with an inferiority complex a mile wide. I had just left school and was looking for a job, so far without luck. Anyway,...

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Beware Of Cops

Thanks for the tons of mails that you have sent me and love you all. Well friends this is an old story written by me 90% on real life experience of a friend of mine and I hope you all will love the same. It has being posted before and many guys have reposted in other forums and site. I didn’t find the same in ISS so posting the same for you guys to enjoy the same. Do comment on the same, will be waiting for your reply. Smita Well this is another incident when I had gone to a late night party...

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Beware Of Strip Games

By : Rahujraj Hello all im Rahul ! age 21 from Hyderabad ! Guys Im a regular reader of ISS its my first story to publish hope your definitely gimme response at ! Well coming to my story .. It was a real story which took place very recently [2 months back] which happen with my friend pooja who was my close friend from my schooling ! Well she was a Active type of girl with good vital stats some thing like 36-28-36, fair , 5feet 4 inch .We are so close that we used to watch second shows, often...

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Beware of Laundry Rooms

I love the early mornings on the weekends at camp. All of the counselorsare still fast asleep in their beds, enjoying being able to sleep in on theirdays off. The birds are out singing, and the camp is completely quiet. Well,almost quiet because I am out indulging in one of my favorite pastimes, snoopingthrough the laundry room. During nine months out of the year I am a closetsissy, enjoying the wonderful feel of satin underneath my everyday clothes.I have a pretty decent collection of toys...

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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 01

Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 02

My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl

Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...

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The Devils Pact Sidestory Miss Blythe Is Hot for Her Students

edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Athena Corp Chronicles A Mothers Love

As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...

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Sex Therapy 2 The Thert

PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...

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Aunt Katherin and Her SlavesChapter 2 Katherine

Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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