[twowide]

T'was a hot Saturday in July. Chas and I were Planning to Hike the recently opened Pennine Way. But he looked fraught when he called, wanting me to go round and view a Route Planner belonging to his Older Brother.

A Gaggle of Giggling Girls was seated around the kitchen table, each clutching a glass of Orange Juice. His Older Sister, a Newly Qualified Nurse, was stood by the fireplace in earnest conversation witha well-stacked Maiden in a short, strappy, low-cut Summer Frock. Now replete with a female audience, Sis aimed a sarcastic dig at Chas. No wonder he was fraught! But since he'd now got backing, he retorted! The spat intensified. Sis cuffed his ear. Chas tapped her shoulder. And I caught the flash of Diamond as the Maiden raised her hand to protect her Pal. But two can play that game. As I turned, she stepped brusquely forwards and grabbed my arms, gasping as her nipples collided with my palms.

"Keep out of it, Anne Beresford!" squawked a voice from the rear.

The Name Dropped with all the subtlety of a half-starved Nagasaki Homing Pigeon, homeward bound on the 9th of August. So THIS was the Exclusive Young Ladies Circle of The Very High Church of England ! An Uptown Girl ! Their Mentor, Anne's Suitor, was Mr. Donald, the Religeous Education Master at the Grammar School. He was vying to become an Anglican Priest! But the Campus Ditty ran :- "Uncle Donald loves to watch TV. With Anne Beresford on his knee!"

Now, a Rough-As-Arsoles-Apprentice-Engineer had this Posh, Betrothed, Twin 38D's cupped in the palm of his hands! The thin straps had jolted from her shoulders, my thumbs plunged deep into Happy Valley. She clung even tighter as I rotated my wrists to escape, her tits erupting as her elbows were drawn together, her nipples hardening rapidly twixt the knuckles of my middle fingers. Head back, her hooded gaze flicked rapidly from the blood flowing from her 2 Carat gouge in my arm to my eager face, gasping loudly and trembling as I tugged at her top and letched over her magnificent mammaries.

"Come On!" Chas shouted, as the sibling scrap ceased.

I followed him out, pausing at the lintel to look back. Anne stood stock still, white faced and shaking. Palms outstretched. Tits bulging. Nipples exposed. Ring and finger bloodied. Regret etched firmly across her countenance.

Chas and I never got to Edale. But I hope Anne cherishes our moment only half as much as I cherish the life-times dent, borne by my right arm.