Faith was a quiet girl. And in Surrey, at the time of our story’s beginning, that is 1828, it was expected of a girl to be quiet. She had recently attained her sixteenth birthday and preparations were underway for a lavish party. There was to be a grand ball, where Faith would be presented to society. It was hoped that Benjamin Gould would be in attendance. He was considered suitable for Faith and Faith’s father had been...

Trish pulled in to her drive. Strange, Harry was home. He should have been at work. Maybe he wasn't feeling well. Trish put her key into the lock and entered the hall way. 'Harry love, are you home?' No answer. 'Harry are you  ok ?' Still no reply. She softly climbed the stairs and went into  their  room. Sure enough there was Harry fast asleep in  their  bed. 'Harry love' she whispered, 'are you feeling  ok ?' There was...

Trish couldn’t sleep. It was gone two and she had work the next day but somehow she just couldn’t unwind. Harry lay there like a balustrade, inert and snoring. She cuddled up to him, her hands slipping down his hairy belly and between his legs, with out thinking reaching for his penis. It was flaccid. She let go of him and rolled onto her back trying to clear her mind. She had had a bust up with Jenna, her step daughter,...