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Ready to turn your home into a winter wonderland that would make the North Pole look like amateur hour? Let’s transform your space into a festive paradise that even Rudolph would be proud of. This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!) If the shoe were on the other foot, I don’t know if I would have had the strength of character to allow Andy to sleep with another woman. But then, that’s just one of the million, tiny little things I love about him. I went down to my parents’ place in Cornwall for a romantic weekend with the guy I was seeing. I was under the impression they wouldn’t be there that weekend. We had music on and this guy was lying down on a fur rug in the middle of the living room floor – me on top – when my mum and dad walked in. They hadn’t realised I was going to be there and definitely hadn’t expected to walk in on their daughter completely naked, straddling someone they’d never met, in their house.
Holidays in your twenties mean sun, sex and no suspicious parents. Granted, occasionally there are parents around, but by the time you’re out of your teens they’re more likely to laugh – or at the very least turn a blind eye – if you get off with someone. All this makes for a calamitous approach to shagging. For every idyllic week-long affair with some swarthy Spaniard, there’ll be a clumsy shag in a club loo, or a failed attempt in a tent. George And the best part? You probably have most of the materials lying around already. Talk about a holiday miracle!Forget about wandering down store aisles this year. Your home is about to become the envy of every elf in town with decorations that are as unique as they are festive.
What you’ve done isn’t illegal but what you have to realise if you want to continue this relationship is some people won’t approve. Your parents probably won’t. Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” The next day when we were left alone again by his parents, we couldn’t resist doing it again when we were at the beach. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was.
Andy and I recently celebrated our second wedding anniversary and are buying a new flat – a fresh start. There’ll be many reading this who’ll think he’s weak for staying with me or that I’m a horrible person for abusing his trust, and I suppose there’s a modicum of truth to both. It was on our girls’ holiday to Zante and we’d met some of our guy friends from home. I’d fancied one of them for a few months and as we were getting progressively drunker we went to the beach for some alone time. There were quite a few clubs on the beach, so we headed into the darkness. We eventually ended up down a side alley next to some sunbeds and undressed each another. I’d been going down on him for a few minutes when a bright torch shined on us and old fat Greek man who owned the sunbeds started screaming at us to get off them and chased us down the alley as we were trying to put our clothes on. Emma Grab your glue gun, put on your favorite holiday tunes, and let’s get crafting! And don’t forget to hit me up in the comments with your favorite project – I’m all ears for your holiday crafting tales.
After telling him I was on the Pill, he realised what I had in mind and minutes later we lost our virginity, which felt wonderful. From felt mistletoe that even Scrooge would love to oversized Christmas candles that scream ‘holiday cheer,’ After that Monday, I distanced myself from Tom. Closing that door has put me in a better headspace and my relationship with Andy has improved immeasurably. He says he has forgiven me – it’s easier for him to lay the blame almost entirely on Tom. But I know I’m equally culpable. And that’s something I’m struggling to come to terms with.
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