Growing up in the outback, I was pretty naïve when it came to city ways. My typical Friday night was laying on the hood of a Jeep, looking at the stars, and fending off the bloke who wanted to get his hand on my boobs or down my pants. In our small commun...
On Sunday, forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver's mind was in even more turmoil. Her feelings of guilt had never disappeared, but now they were at the forefront again. She could not go on like this. The sex with twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris had been sensa...
It was Wednesday afternoon in the office of a company that sold glazing materials, and for three people in the office, it had been quite an eventful day so far. Two of the people, forty-nine-year-old married white woman Louise Carver and twenty-year-old b...
It was Monday morning and forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver was in the office where she worked. She was feeling several emotions including exhilaration and guilt. The exhilaration was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-...
Forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver had changed her mind at least a dozen times this Saturday morning, and twice she had had her mobile in her hand to call Tyrone McMorris to tell him that she could not go through with it. So far, she had not made that call...
Louise Carver was aged forty-nine, was married to Philip, and had been for many years. They were parents and now grandparents. Like probably the vast majority of marriages, sometimes their relationship was great, sometimes it was good and sometimes it was...
