1. The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7


    Date: 5/1/2024, Categories: Fiction Discipline, Male/Teen Female School Spanking, Teen Young Author: East Essex, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... hampered by a ludicrously attracted Annie.

‘Will there be some brekky doesn’t stairs?’ he asked.

Annie wiped away her tears. ‘Let me make it for you, honey?’

‘’Err, aye. That’d be grand.’

‘Mmm, I have to feed my man’. She rubbed his crotch.

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Annie burnt everything. Bacon, sausage and eggs. It was the worst breakfast he had ever had. ‘Would you like more scrambled eggs my love?’ she asked.

Samantha walked blurry eyed into the kitchen. ‘Is that burning?’ She asked, ‘Is that burning bacon. Oh, Annie you silly kitty!’

‘Morning auntie Samantha, Gary needed breakfast before he starts work, he needs to be big and strong if he is going to look after both of us.’ she placed her hand on her stomach.

‘Annie, not again. This is the third time this year.’

‘No, auntie Samantha, this is for real. Gary and I are in love and we are going to marry, tell her Gary!’

Gary looked at the two in total confusion. Was this some kind of weird plot?

‘Right, that’s it, I’m phoning your mother, she will know precisely what to do Annie, you need to learn to curb your emotions.’

‘But, I don’t want to go to Switzerland again, I want to stay here and look after Gary’s baby.’

Gary was in a madhouse. He decided to leave. ‘Sam…I mean Mrs. Barton, I’ve got to pick the lads up now, sorry.’

‘No, no, you can’t go!’ Screamed Annie.

‘It’s fine Mr. Fowler. Are we still expecting you later?’ she asked.

‘Aye,' a desperate, sobbing Annie held on to his ...
    ... middle tightly, ’The lads should be here about two. It should all get done today.’

‘Oh, that is good news,' replied a calm Samantha. Calm, despite the chaos going on around. ‘The Countess’s driver will come over for Annie this morning, we will pick up the pieces, won’t we sweety-pie?’

‘No, no!’ Annie replied, ‘I want Gary and I want his beautiful, yokel babies!’

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Gary’s team was all excitement about the afternoon job during their early lunch. They had growing suspicions about the goings on at the Grange and were eager to partake in the semi-mythical activities.

‘What have I said about this bloody job that gets you all goin’?’ Gary asked.

Wayne made most sense in the group. ‘It’s all’t rumours Gazza. I heard from Dewey that she’s got a right pair of knockers and he says all ot’ nobs get their turn; so he says.’ Dewey was Bob Dewhurst, a butcher in town.

‘So that means you get yours eh?’ Gary replied.

‘You lookin’ forward to your turn, Jakey lad?’ Paul the foreman asked the young apprentice.

‘Do you reckon gaffer? he replied eagerly.

‘Aye, you’ got as good a chance as the rest of us.’ He replied with a wink.

‘I heard she’s got a little lass in all,' Wayne suggested, ‘just right for you, young fella me lad.’

‘that’ll make t’lasses in’t village jealous eh kid?’ Paul added.

‘Aw, give over gaffer, you know I’m courting’ An embarrassed Jake replied.

All of this talk was in the arena of fantasy and all understood. If there was any ...
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