posted by sooyup
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Courting days
[Sunday, 17th August, 1958] Ken C. called yesterday and we went to Clarke’s Gardens ostensibly to watch the chapel youth club playing cricket. However, there were four girls playing rounders (sort of) and we went to watch them instead. Much more fun. One of them - the busty one - came over and asked sarcastically, “Do you want a photograph?” I said I wouldn’t mind, but I’d forgotten to bring my camera. She said she would be there at the same time tomorrow (i.e. Sunday). I went this afternoon on my own - Ken had gone to his sister‘s for the day - and she did come. We sat on the grass and were soon snogging, but when I tried to feel her up she pushed my hand away and said she wasn’t a slag. I was already stiff by then and had to lie on my stomach until I came without her knowing (hopefully). We stayed till it got dark, just necking, and she said she would be there next Sunday. Her name is Kathy Grimes.
[Sunday, 17th August, 1958] Ken C. called yesterday and we went to Clarke’s Gardens ostensibly to watch the chapel youth club playing cricket. However, there were four girls playing rounders (sort of) and we went to watch them instead. Much more fun. One of them - the busty one - came over and asked sarcastically, “Do you want a photograph?” I said I wouldn’t mind, but I’d forgotten to bring my camera. She said she would be there at the same time tomorrow (i.e. Sunday). I went this afternoon on my own - Ken had gone to his sister‘s for the day - and she did come. We sat on the grass and were soon snogging, but when I tried to feel her up she pushed my hand away and said she wasn’t a slag. I was already stiff by then and had to lie on my stomach until I came without her knowing (hopefully). We stayed till it got dark, just necking, and she said she would be there next Sunday. Her name is Kathy Grimes.
