Winston Philips was a 27 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and for the last couple of weeks things had been quite quiet for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks.
The other reason life was so quiet for him was that his 21 year old girlfriend Jemima, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of circulation for the two weeks which allowed him to catch up with writing his book, a very dull history of the area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the world and went to the pub for a few drinks and a chance to touch base with Jemima who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.
She was working all weekend, because of the Shallowfield Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Jemima hello.
While he was in the bar she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the lounge where they could at least steal an occasional kiss, he even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to reach her pussy and snag one of her pubes before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he would get her bare arsed at his house on Sunday night.
Although if truth be told going by her normal practice when Sunday night came she would probably be bare arsed when she got there.
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