“Women, girls, not girls girls,” Bertie explained, “My age girls, not.”
“I get the picture,” Dotty agreed, “Good god, I wish I’d known, I’d have caught a different train.”
“Don’t worry old thing, I’m not about to ravish you,” Bertie exclaimed, “Willing gels only.”
“Really?” Dotty queried, “Willing? Anal sex Dotty forced her breasts back into her bra and smoothed down her dress which had been around her neck. “What are you doing!” Dottie protested as Bertie leaped from the car and slammed the barn door shut behind them. The roadside gate was open as was the Barn Door. It’s 1930 Maidenhead England. He waited for her. “Quite safe, from me at least,” Bertie agreed. To be continued? … “Sort of,” Bertie admitted. I doubt it, some poor girl from the slums no doubt with
