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Telling tales
Yesterday, when looking back over the year looking for highlights to include in my end-of-year State-of-the-Blog report, I took another quick peep at Anna Louise’s video, which always cheers me up. (Watch it again here.) I was suddenly reminded of my deputy, Brenda G, whose photograph this is on the left. Shortly after my promotion to Head of Department, Brenda prepared an end-of-term dinner-party for the four members of the Department. Her husband was away on a course. We all got rather drunk, and when the other two teachers left, Brenda and I finished the last bottle of wine. As she poured me a glass, Brenda brushed my arm with her ample bosom. I remember saying something like, “You don’t get many of those to the pound.” With that, she pulled up her sweater, turned her back to me and asked me to unfasten her bra, which I did. And reaching round from behind, I weighed her fantastic breasts, one in each hand. I had never imagined anything so full and round and heavy. Nice. Cutting a short story even shorter, I politely declined her invitation to a fuck. I said it was the wine, but in fact I really didn’t want to. Emma was waiting for me at home - no contest. However, Emma’s invitation was also declined - but this time it really was because of the wine.
Yesterday, when looking back over the year looking for highlights to include in my end-of-year State-of-the-Blog report, I took another quick peep at Anna Louise’s video, which always cheers me up. (Watch it again here.) I was suddenly reminded of my deputy, Brenda G, whose photograph this is on the left. Shortly after my promotion to Head of Department, Brenda prepared an end-of-term dinner-party for the four members of the Department. Her husband was away on a course. We all got rather drunk, and when the other two teachers left, Brenda and I finished the last bottle of wine. As she poured me a glass, Brenda brushed my arm with her ample bosom. I remember saying something like, “You don’t get many of those to the pound.” With that, she pulled up her sweater, turned her back to me and asked me to unfasten her bra, which I did. And reaching round from behind, I weighed her fantastic breasts, one in each hand. I had never imagined anything so full and round and heavy. Nice. Cutting a short story even shorter, I politely declined her invitation to a fuck. I said it was the wine, but in fact I really didn’t want to. Emma was waiting for me at home - no contest. However, Emma’s invitation was also declined - but this time it really was because of the wine.
