A Special New Year’s Party 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
New Year’s Eve, the right time for a ‘special’ Party!


Follow on from the story Party at The Hall

A Special New Year's Party

It was that time of the year, that special time, New Year's Eve, and just the
right time for a Party! Now a short way outside the City, in the countryside
was the Meadowside District, and here, just like in, most places, people where
either organising or looking forwards to a New Year's party. Meadowside is a
large country district, made up of a couple of largish villages and a number
of smaller ones, and quite a bit of land. Here in Meadowside the big party was
going to be at Fawcett Hall, or around here it was just referred to as 'The
Hall.'

Fawcett Hall was the ancestral home of the Fawcett family, given to the family
a long, long time ago by a grateful monarch, for their assistance! This was
the Fawcett's home, their house, their large house and set in the middle of
the Meadowside District, it was where all the locals looked to. They looked to
the Fawcett family for some leadership within the community, a bit like the
old days of the 'Lord of the Manor' that sort of thing. Around here it kind of
worked, the Fawcett's where looked up to by the local people as the family set
the standard in public. But in private and around 'friends' ... ... !

'Lord of the Manor' was John Fawcett an impressive man, with a number of
different interests, he was a local Magistrate, and Chairman of a dozen social
and hunting groups. He was president of the golf club and organised a number
of horse races. Being a sporting man, he had an eye for a good 'filly' or even
the odd older 'mare.' His wife, the 'Lady of the Manor', so to speak, was
Edith Fawcett. She was a woman who was Chairwoman of the district Women's
Institute and organised everything form the Country Fete & Best Garden to the
District Flower show. She was also a sporting woman and liked her young
stallions, in the field, the stable, anywhere!

The Fawcett's had children, three, their little darlings, the ones that had
run about the Hall and the gardens, hiding in all those secret places. They'd
made the staffs lives hell when they played their games of ghosts and knights
in armour. Those where the days, but now the 'children' where older and
playing different games.

There were the twins Adam the young and innocent looking lad, the cute, shy
kind of boy that women of a certain age would like not to Mother, but to
seduce. The woman would work her charm on the lad until she realised that it
had in fact been her that had been lured into his trap! But somehow once he'd
turned the tables the woman, they didn't seem to mind at all.

Then there was his twin Dora, the girl with the proper and privilege
schooling, the charming, delightful 'temptress' in a schoolgirl uniform. She
was that kind of a girl, a spider that would lure men into her web, tease
them, until it was time to devour, in her own way. Once she had control, then
it was time for some good old fashion blackmail, that was her way.

Finally, there was Felicity, slightly older than the twins and again a girl
who's had the benefit of the right kind of education. She'd been a rebellious
child, always in some kind of trouble, who was turning into a plain stubborn
woman. One who didn't care for anyone but herself, and what would work for
her. But then again, she could still be charming, at times!

So, there was the Fawcett family and the hosts of the biggest, and always the
best party in the area. (Reader may wish to read the previous story about the
Fawcett's - Party at The Hall).

When Henry arrived at the Hall he could see that the party was already in full
swing, the driveway was almost full with cars, most of which were either
expensive or just very expensive! To get an invite here to a party at The Hall
didn't mean that you 'had' to be rich. No, that was of course an advantage,
but you had to be a certain type of person, on one list or the other, and if
you were on the 'other' list you had to be someone who could 'appreciate' one
of the Fawcett's parties!

There were two guest lists for events held here at The Hall. The Official
list, this was for people in the area who held a position of authority or
people of a certain standing within the community. People who knew how to
behave in this kind of environment, had a certain decorum about them, these
people where on the Official list.

Then there was the Party list, this was made up of more 'like minded' people
that the Fawcett's knew. People who knew how to have a good time, and knew not
to talk about it outside of The Hall. What happened at The Hall stayed at The
Hall, that sort of thing.

The New Year event at The Hall had a mixture of those from the Official list
and the Party list. This meant that the hosts John and Edith spent time going
backwards and forwards from the two different groups, but they where use to
this and had it all worked out and planned down to a T.

Those on the Official list where people like Reverend Parsons from the local
church and members of the various councils, charity groups and church
committees got invited. But John and Edith where quite skilled at keeping
these people away from their 'other' party guests! Even so the Reverends wife
was currently re-acquainting herself with young Adam Fawcett behind one of
those suits of armour. While she worked his cock with her hand, he was using
his mouth on her breasts and nipples 'Oh Dear, this was one local good cause
that was very close to her heart!'

Henry made his way up the steps to the front door and there to greet him was
Jenkins the family butler or to give him his full title 'Head of the Household
Staff.' Henry asked if the man was alright and how things where going here "is
it a 'normal' New Year's party?" Jenkins didn't have to answer that he just
raised his eyebrows and gave his certain look of 'thing are not how they use
to be!' The look told Henry all he needed to know, this was going to be one of
'those parties' here at The Hall!

In the entrance hallway Henry was caught up straight away with wishing people
he knew and didn't know, yet, a happy New Year, and then moved around the
hallway and the various rooms that came off this. In the Drawing Room was a
large group of party goers, these where all on the Official list, the
councillors, members of this and that committee or group, and of course the
Reverend Parsons.

There was a door on the far side that lead off to the anti-room where all the
children who had been brought where gathered and playing party games with Mrs
Bains. The 'Head Housekeeper' was organising everything and managing to keep
all the 'little darlings' under control! She'd be glad when this was all over
'pin the tail on the Donkey' was not her favourite game, especially when she
was the donkey!

In the drawing room Henry could see the back of a very fine woman, Edith
Fawcett, the hostess of the party, in her elegant gown and looking, even from
this view point, very fine indeed. She was in conversation with a number of
her guests here and Henry was sure she was doing a grand job there, so he
moved on. Across the way and outside a door that lead down a short corridor to
the games room was John Fawcett. The party host was guiding a selected few
people down the corridor to where, obviously, there was some special
entertainment being laid on.

Henry knew this would be good, so headed off to see what was going on, as he
passed John he called out a 'hello' then headed down the corridor. At the end
was the games room, which had been transformed, and the entertainment was in
full swing. The large snooker table had been removed and the room had been
rearranged to suit the event now taking place. Around the side of the room
were the watching guests, the crowd, the audience, the spectators. They where
all stood around a makeshift ring, a few lengths of rope had been put up. Tied
off to bits of furniture to form a ring and inside the ring the
'entertainment' was being played out.

In this ring was a man and a woman, the man, Timothy was stripped to the waist
and looked as if he'd already done 10 rounds with a prize fighter. The woman
was Maria, Mrs Jefferies, who's long black dress was hanging over the ropes of
the ring and leaving the woman down to just her black underwear, bra and
nickers. Mrs Jefferies wasn't known for her good looks, she was quite ordinary
in that department, but she was known to be a strong woman, and that could be
seen right now.

The tall brunette was in her, well let's say probably over the other side of
... ... 50! But don't mention age to her, she might find such talk rude. But
even for her age she was in such a good shape, a firm body, large toned arms,
a flat stomach, trim waist, sturdy legs, she was strong. She, her body looked
good, so good in just her underwear! Her hair was long and dark and for the
party was plaited into one fine long ponytail, she was a strong mare and one
that caught many a trainer's eye in the district.

But today, tonight, the game was bareknuckle boxing, a bit of a New Year
tradition here at The Hall, winner stays on and young Arnie who was over in
the corner next to the chalk board and running the book. Henry could see the
odd and liked what he saw, both Mrs Jefferies and her odds. So quickly made
his way around to Arnie to put fifty on Mrs Jefferies, all out to win the
contest this year.

In the ring, WHACK! The woman threw another good solid punch into her
opponent, Timothy's head jerked backward, but came back again. He shook his
head and moved his shoulder ready to ... ... CRACK! The older woman brought
her other fist around and caught the much younger man, the man half her age,
catching him with a good blow to the side of his jaw. Maria Jefferies was good
at reading her opponents, the drop in his shoulder told her which arm he would
lead with next and so gave her the advantage, SMACK! She dove another fist in
him, this time on the other side of his face, dazing him, hurting him, then
WALLOP!

She dropped herself low and came straight at him with yet another good blow,
this time to his gut, driving the wind out of the man, and sending him
staggering back against the ropes and into the crowd on the other side of it.
They grab hold of the lad and push him back towards the woman, this crowd
wants to see a fight SMACK! The woman catchers the man with a hard strike to
his shoulder, its his good side, the arm he leads with and now it hurts and
he's having difficulties getting his arm up, WHACK! Another blow to his body,
to that shoulder and now the man can feel it going a bit numb, WHACK! A third
hard blow and now the man can't feel anything in that arms now, he can't move
it, he can't use it, WALLOP!

He going to be in real trouble now. Henry can see that over on other side Mr
Smith, who was the local farrier in a nearby village, was getting himself
ready. Mr Smith knew that Timothy would be done for soon, and then it was his
turn. Mrs Jefferies sends in more heavy blows into the man, the youngster, he
staggers backwards and seems unable to defend himself now, WHACK! OOHHHHH! She
sends him back onto the ropes a good blow to the side of his face that hastens
his return there. Again, he falls onto the ropes and back into the crowd of
spectators there, who once more, assist the younger man by pushing him back
into the fight, SMACK! And straight into the path of Mrs Jefferies and another
of her well-placed punches.

Timothy's legs wobbled, SMACK! Another strong female fist lands on his body
and again his legs shook, CRACK! One to his very painful jaw, the man drops
down onto one knee, but that wasn't going to save him, there was no ref here
and basically no rules, apart from, 'win by Knock Out only.' Mrs Jefferies
walks over to the younger man, Timothy's breathing heavily, and he knows
what's coming, he looks up at the older women, she looks strong, she looks
quite stunning stood there in her black underwear and the sweat running down
her fine body, she looks, ... ... CRACK!

A rousing cheer goes up as Mrs Jefferies wins again, Henry was very please,
but not surprised, Timothy should have known better, he might have been a
schoolboy boxing champion, but bareknuckle against Mrs Jefferies!

Henry moved out of the games room as the next bout was being set up, "Mr Smith
vs Mrs Jefferies, place your bets." Henry was sure his money, his bet was
still safe, so he was off to circulate around the rest of the party. As he
came back into the hallway it was still busy there, people moving about,
talking, even a few dancing and one person in particular was trying to be as
inconspicuous as possible.

Hamish was a man in his 30's a reasonably successful business man and a sort
of, almost, important person here in the district, 'so where was he was
going?' If he'd been seen there might be an eyebrow raised or two, so he was
being discreet! The man was making his way up the stairs of the house, not
that there was any need to go up there, everything associated with the party
was downstairs. Well almost every 'party thing' was downstairs!

Earlier Hamish had noticed a particular young girl at the party, this was Dora
Fawcett, one of the twins and a young girl that had a certain way about her!
Dora didn't really do parties she was a young woman with a plan in life, to
get as much as she could and not have to work too hard getting it, so
socialising, playing the rooms, wasn't her thing.

Dora had gone downstairs from her bedroom to the kitchen, a quick walk through
the party, get some food and then back up to the 'privacy' of her room. Not
that she was hungry, for food, just needed to be seen, by the right people,
the right man and the rest would just fall into place.

And it had all fallen into place, Hamish had seen the girl Dora as she
casually strolled through to the kitchen and then watched as she made her way
from it, up those stairs. At the top she'd stopped, turned around, looked and
seen him. There had been that grin on her face before she then moved off
towards her bedroom. It was that grin that swayed the man's decision. Hamish
left it a minute or two before he then made his way up those stairs, unseen,
and at the top he'd then made his way to the girl's bedroom.

Her bedroom was easy enough to find the door was slightly ajar, light was
pouring out between the gap and there was a hint of youthful music flowing
through the air. 'This must be Dora's room' and as he slowly pushed the door
opened and looked in, he smiled as he'd guessed right.

There lying on bed was Dora, the girl was on her front 'reading' a book, she
looked up and smiled. Her smile was inviting, tempting, a bit suggestive, and
Hamish liked this. He also liked the way she was dressed, the look of a sassy
schoolgirl. In her shoes, long white sock, a pale checked skirt, that was a
bit too short for her and a white blouse, with sleeves rolled up. She wore a
school tie and alice band, both the same tartan pattern as her skirt, the tie
was all done up but still gave her a smart, sexy look. The band didn't do much
to sort out her messy short fair hair, but this did give a hint of
'trashiness', again it was something that Hamish liked.

Of course, he'd noticed her as she walked through the house to the kitchen, he
was meant too, well maybe not him particularly, but any man in general. It was
her innocent way of 'inviting' someone upstairs to meet her, in her room! And,
again it had worked. Hamish walked across the room to the bed she lay on, and
Dora pushed the book away ready for him. When he got there she looked up,
smiled, dragged herself closer to the edge of the bed and unzipped the man. As
Dora took out the man's cock she sneaked a look over to her teddy bear on the
bookshelf, the bear with the camera in it.

The camera that was recording all this as she took him in her mouth, it would
be this recording that in a couple of weeks' time she would use to blackmail
Hamish with. In her little red book, he would go, someone else to add to
Dora's growing list of 'benefactors', as she liked to call them. Men that had
all fallen for her 'charms' and where now filling her secret bank account, to
keep those recordings quiet!

Dora was a good girl when it came to working her man, and Hamish was getting
the full treatment, it was about now that the door to Dora's room opened and
someone else walked in. The person that had entered was Debora, Hamish's wife,
who'd been trying to find her missing husband! Dora just carried on, this
wasn't the first time that she'd been caught like this, but there was still
potential to get money out of the man, plus she was enjoying what she was
doing, so why not just carry on?

"There you are" Debora seemed quite calm about the situation, walking into a
room and find a schoolgirl laying on a bed giving her husband a blowjob! The
brunette in the long red dressed moved over to the bed, Dora carried on
expecting the shouting to start any moment as it had before, but nothing. The
screaming and uproar didn't start, in fact Debora just sat down on the bed
near to Dora, still working Hamish's cock and placed her hand on the girls
exposed legs.

The older woman now began to run her hand up and down Dora's leg's, "you're a
fine young thing, aren't you?" 'Oh Great!' Dora quickly realised that,
considering where Debora's hand now was, that the wife didn't mind all this at
all! Debora's hand moved over Dora' cute little arse, over her back and onto
her head that was still going backwards and forwards. The older woman leaned
in close "why don't I give you a hand there?"

In one way Dora didn't mind, Debora was quite attractive and the schoolgirl
already knew what Hamish had to offer, and after all there was still enough
time and men downstairs for her to snare one or two and get them into her
little red book. But on the other hand, 'had she just been done over by these
two?' Had they planned this, had they beaten the girl at her own game? 'Oh
well she'd have to work a lot harder at all this from now on!'

Downstairs and Henry was still moving about taking in everything that was
going on as he made his way into the old library, where there were more party
games going on. There was a group gathered around on of the tables there. In
one chair was Captain Hammond, the owner of the nearby, Home Wood Equestrian
Centre. A tall, fit man in his early 40's, handsome, some might say with well
chiselled features, a strong face. He was a man who people respected and he
was well use to the ways of the opposite sex. He was also used to, some of the
more 'demanding', even tough, painful attentions of some of the younger women
who attended his equestrian centre. (Reader may wish to read the previous
story - Red Barn Bout)

Opposite Captain Hammond was sat Phillipa, a young woman, at the end of her
teenage years. Although she'd not attended nearly as many of these parties at
The Hall as the Captain she was a girl that could hold her own here! The two
where holding hands across the table, but nothing 'romantic' about this, as
this was an arm-wrestling competition. But as always, a competition with a
difference. Next to each competitor was a line of 4 shot glasses, full, when
the bell goes, down the shot, turning the glasses over of course, then you can
start with the arm wrestling! Sammy, Arnie's Brother was running the book for
this game and Henry manged to get his bet in before the bell, liberated for
the Old Cock Inn was rung.

DING! DING! Captain Hammond and Phillipa downed their shots as quick as they
could, it was a close thing and maybe Phillipa had a slight edge. Yes, she
did, she pushed against the Captain's arm, that went slightly backwards,
before he could hold her there. The older, bigger man was strong, so she'd
need to carry on with her momentum, quickly, if she was going to get her win,
so WHACK! The younger girls free arm came rushing around and slammed into the
side of the Captains face, much to the delight of those watching. This was of
course another little additional game rule, when the arm-wrestling has started
you can hit your opponent. It was a good little addition to the game, made it
more fun to watch!

Phillipa had got the first blow in, the Captain flinched closed his eyes and
dealt with it. But still his held his arm in position, he'd maybe
underestimated the girl, thought she couldn't drink that quickly, wasn't as
strong as she seemed. Yes, maybe he'd underestimated her, he could fell the
strength she had in her arm. She didn't look it but she was ... ... SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! Three very quick, stinging, sharp blows came around and drove
again into the side of his head. She wasn't showing him any respect, she was
just determined to win! Somehow the Captain managed to keep his arm up, even
though the girl had moved it down a bit further now.

The Captain had to take the advantage back, and now swung his free arm around,
but Phillipa just leant back and the man miss. He was now open to a simple
straight forward, jab, but a strong one, WHACK! The younger girl let her fist
fly into the centre of the man's face and OOOOWWWW! THUD! The shock of the
blow stunned him, he lost control for a second and the girl slammed her arm
down, she'd won!

The crowd roared as they'd enjoyed that one, Phillipa leant across the table,
grabbed onto the Captain's tie and pulled his injured face closer to her, then
whispered "I hear you have the odd bout in that Red Barn up at your place!
Save me a slot I think I'd like to move up from simple arm wrestling!" Then
Phillipa got up and moved off, leaving Captain Hammond wondered to himself
'the Red Bran, me and her, could be interesting, painful, but interesting!'

Henry collected his winnings as Sammy started to arrange the next game "OK
everyone, next we have ... ... " he quickly checked his list and running order
" ... ... we have Mr Meehan and Mrs Meehan!"

Henry moved on and made his way past the open doors that lead out into the
Conservatory. Where inside two of the guests where enjoying a quiet moment
away from all the celebrations and other party goers. Kathy and Faye where
women of a certain age, 40 something and friends, they'd been friends for many
year, since their children had started at kindergarten together. But that had
been a long time ago now and both Jacob and Bobby, the women's Son's, where
all grown up. Well almost grown up, not quite grown up, they were still young
lads, still difficult, still getting into trouble, still excitable and they
were still two young boys who could be a handful!

The two women stood there talking, sipping on their drinks and ... ...
enjoying the extra bit attention they were getting. Knelt down behind Kathy
was Bobby, Faye's Son and on his knees to the rear of Faye was Jacob, Kathy's
Son. Each woman was dressed in a suitably stunning long dress for the party,
and both women had those dresses with the very long open backs. In fact, the
open back was so long, on both dresses it went down to the women's fine arses!
Great arses that where currently been worshiped by the two lads on their
knees.

The women, even though they were friends, where quite competitive and the
dresses each had chosen for tonight was meant to outdo the other woman's. Each
wanted to look more stunning than her friends, just a bit of friendly rivalry
you understand. Unfortunately for the women, both dresses where quite
spectacular and revealing and neither woman had really outdone the other. This
might have meant it was a draw for the women and both where a bit put out by
this, but for their Son's!

For both Jacob and Bobby, it had been a while since they had been to a New
Year's party here at The Hall. They'd been here before when they were young
kids and Mrs Bains the housekeeper had looked after them all. But now even
though they were a bit older, they were too old to be looked after with the
children and not old enough to be trusted not to go wondering off and here at
this party, that wouldn't be good. But this year it was different, Bobby was
going to stay around Jacob's while all the adults went to the party. But when
Bobby had been dropped off and everyone had met up before the party, well ...
... !

Apart from the women being a bit pissed off as there was no obvious winner in
the dress competitions, it was the boys who were the obvious winners when it
came to how the women looked. Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off Kathy and how
gorgeous she looked, and Jacob was stunned with how Faye was looking. The
women noticed their boys looks, there was this look of lust and desire in
their young, cute faces and this made the women think!

The women hadn't thought about it before, thought about their friends cute
Son, well OK they might have thought about it, but hadn't said anything to
each other. But now, looking at the two boy's it was very obvious something
'interesting' was going on! So, the women decided, that maybe it was time for
the two boys to start going back to these parties. 'So long as they promise
not to starry away from the women'. The women were very firm about this and
the young lads nodded their heads eagerly, there was no way they would take
two steps away from these women!

The boys had stayed near to the women, especially after their Father's had
gone off to play, whatever it was? Jacob stayed very close to Faye and Bobby
was next to Kathy all the time. But it all comes down to that moment when
there's no going back and the cards are laid out on the table, so to speak.
That was when Bobby and Jacob nodded to each other, they both knew what to do
they were going to try their luck, see what reaction they got and prayed it
would be a good one!

Jacob's hand moved around Faye and he placed it on her furthest arse cheek, he
didn't grab her, just placed his hand there, a gentle touch with the very
faintest of a squeeze. At the same time Bobby also moved his hand and gentle
stroked it across Kathy's arse, slowly backward and forwards over her firm
arse. The women stopped talking looked down at each of their admirers, there
was a moment of panic that the lads both felt. 'Oh God have they done the
right thing?' Then the women went back to their discussion, relived that the
boys had 'finally' made their move!

But now it's time for the boys to show their appreciation of the women and
their dresses while Kathy and Faye had a quiet moment away from the party.
Jacob was knelt behind Faye, his hand holding her arse while he was kiss the
exposed flesh of the woman, her lower back, the top of her sweet arse, it was
a very low dress. Then there was Bobby on his knees behind Kathy tenderly
biting the woman's arse through her dress at the same time running his hands
up her long legs.

The women were delighted and decided the husbands would stay around Faye's if
they were sober enough to make their way home. Then the women and boys would
stay the night at Kathy's, "I'm sure Jacob wont mind sharing his bed with you,
he shouldn't disturb your beauty sleep" Kathy told her friend. Faye replied
"I'm also sure that Bobby will find your bed quite comfy, he should get a
restful night's sleep there and I know you need a much sleep as you can get at
your age."

Now there was another challenge being laid down, which woman could out do the
other, with the others Son! Each was determined to wear out the other woman's
Son. Kathy would ride Bobby all-night and into the morning, she wouldn't give
him a moments rest and the boy would not be able to get out of that bed for
days to come. Faye would have Jacob well after the sun came up, she'd ware the
boy out, he would take days to recover as being with her! But really the only
winner in all this, again, was going to be the boy, Bobby and Jacob.

That night, that party, those dressed would change a few things with both
Kathy and Faye, and as for the boys they were determined to mark the New Year
with a BANG!

As Henry passed by the Conservatory he heard the word go around that it was
all going to start in the Dining Room, again. This room had been set aside for
dancing for most of the party, and had been cleared to allow for a very large
dance floor. But, every now and again something else went on in that room! All
those who wanted to take part were making their way to the Dining room, and as
the people arrived they were put into two teams. All the men lined up against
the East wall and all the ladies against the West wall.

Once everyone was in position, then a record was put on, now it might be a
record that went of for 3min's 25 seconds or one that went on for 6, 7,
8miutes or even longer, none of those taking part would know. When the music
started everyone also started, when the music finished everyone stopped and
the winner was the group, men or women, with the most of their 'team' still
standing, simple but good fun.

The fun was of course a mass fight, men vs women, husband's vs wives,
boyfriend's vs girlfriend's, people you knew fighting you, or someone you
didn't know beating the hell out of you. It was a free for all, the only rule
was it had to be, men vs women!

This was a ruck to music, a fight with some rhyme, a rumble with a tune! So
far, the women where winning 4 to 1, but there was still going to be a few
more 'games' to play throughout the night, so, maybe, the men could claw their
way back into it. But it was doubtful. Henry could see the two line ups,
against the walls, he could see who was taking part, so as he went over to
Dougie another of the bookie Brother's he was very confidant that the women
where going to win this one as well. No matter how long the record went on
for. The doors to the Dining Room would be closed just before the music
started, this goes back a number of years, when the men all ran outside and
tried to calm they where still all standing when the music finished!

CLUNK! Doors closed and the music started, Henry recognised Iggy Pop's, Dum
Dum Boys, 7 mins 13 seconds, appropriate tune. Then the cries of hurt and
pain, not surprisingly all male voices and Henry knew his money was very safe.

It was about now that Henry was just about to go off to ... ... "Henry, is
that you?" That voice that he recognised and that tone stopped him dead. Henry
turned to see Edith Fawcett stood there in the doorway to the Drawing Room.
Her husband John having just gone inside to take over looking after the
Official guests. As now Edith strolled over to Henry who was feeling a bit
worried as he'd been caught!

Henry had indeed been caught as he wasn't on any of the lists to be here
tonight, the young lad knew he'd probably be in trouble now as Mrs Fawcett,
Edith, now got to him and gave the boy her look of, 'well!' Henry had been to
The Hall before, his parents had been friends of the Fawcett family for years
and Henry knew everyone here. Henry's older Brother, Peter, came to a number
of these parties and was a kind of 'favourite' of Edith's. But for the young
Henry to be here by himself, was not what he'd should have done.

Henry had been here for New Year parties before, but that was a while ago,
when he'd been under the supervisor of Mrs Bains and now the young lad was too
old to bring and play with the other children and too young to be trusted to
stay where he was told to stay. He knew that there were two sides to these
parties here at The Hall, he wasn't that naive and young, not to have worked
that out. But this intrigued him and so the lad had even managed to sneaked
into a few events beforehand, and not got caught. He'd had a look around and
confirmed everything he'd thought about the other side of these parties, was
indeed true!

So sneaky and good was he at this that other 'guests' actually thought he'd
been invited. All he had to do was to stayed out of the way of Edith, John was
normally OK to get around as he'd always had a drink in his hand. But he had
to stay out of Edith's way, stay out her sight and he could enjoy the party!
As for the New Year's party, that was special and he couldn't resist trying
his luck, once more!

Edith looked the young lad up and down, shook her head and tutted, she knew
the lad's parents where currently abroad and that his older Brother, Peter,
was with his fianc�e, a woman his own age, that did disappoint the older
woman. "I noticed your Father's car outside, did you 'borrow' it again?" Henry
must have looked guilty at this point. "Oh Henry, you know what the police
said last time, don't you, you have been a naught boy haven't you." Edith did
have a way with her words and tone that made Henry feel uncomfortable and of
course guilty, but maybe there was something else there as well?

The older woman looked down at the young lad, she grinned, she couldn't really
blame him for trying to sneak into her party, she knew he done it before, even
if he'd thought he'd got away with it, 'silly boy.' As she looked at him, with
that guilty look on his sweet face, the woman stepped closer and leant
forward. "Do I at least get a kiss?" Henry goes a bit red and moves to kiss
the older woman on her cheek "No, you know where." Henry's eyes widened and
then he grins, in front of him are the woman's breasts, her dress has a
plunging neckline and her large assets are there, exposed and right in front
of him. He can't believe his luck as he now moves forward and places his young
lips on the woman's soft flesh. He kisses the bare, warm, skin of her breasts,
one and then moving across to the other.

The older woman gives a slight moan as the boy's young lips touch her, a sign
that maybe he's allowed to carry on. Henry's hands move up and gently they
each cup one of her large breasts, and again he softly kisses those mounds
he's holding. Edith is quiet please with this lad, 'maybe she's overlooked him
for too long!'

Her hand ruffles through his hair, the woman knows her Husband would find his
own bit of entertainment for later, or just end up drunk, but for her and for
tonight! "I think Henry, that you've just replaced your Brother in my bed, for
tonight." She looks down into his cute face as he looks up at her, "and so
long as you perform tonight your place in my bed may become permanent!"
Keeping eye contact with Edith, Henry gives her breasts a gently squeeze, a
slight moan as she likes that, and again he softly kisses one breast then the
other, making sure he still looks up at her.

Edith smiles, then she takes the lads hand and leads him over to a set of
doors, these are the large cupboards used as cloakrooms. She opened the door
on the left and walks in, pulling Henry with her, in there amounts the hanging
fur and leather coats. In there Edith kisses Henry 'Hmmm, yes, this boy was
proving to be quite good!' The woman was quiet looking forward to the end of
the party and going to bed, but even before that there was still lots to do,
and lots of fun still that have! But there was time for a quick bit of fun in
the cupboard before re-joining the party. Well it wouldn't be a New Year party
if she didn't end up in the cupboard at some point, after all it was a
tradition!

In the next cupboard along and in there amounts the other coats and jackets
another older woman was indulging herself at the party. The Reverend Parson's
wife was getting a good seeing too from Adam Fawcett. Mrs Parsons was sure
she'd have to do some kind of penance for this but there was no stopping her
lust, not when Adam was about. In one cupboards the older woman, the Mother,
was experiencing the joy of getting to know her new boy and in the other
cupboard the boy, the Son, was about to deliver and give his older woman some
more joy!

Well this is the Fawcett family and this is a party at The Hall, so it all
looked as if the New Year's celebrations where going well, but there was still
lots of fun to be had. There would be fireworks and lots of bangs going off
later and even some real fireworks due to be lit when it reached midnight!

But even here at The Hall on New Year's there are the odd quiet moments. In
the study there is just one person there, he's after a moment of solitude as
he needs to think. The Reverend Parsons just needed a moment or two by
himself, the party was good, as always, and his wife had been very keen to
come up to The Hall tonight. But it was the man's wife that he was worried
about, she had 'changed' recently, he couldn't put his finger on it. But there
was something different about her, and this worried the Reverend, 'what was
wrong, was it her home life, was it him, was there something else?'

Just then the door to the study opened and in walked 'Oh My!' Felicity Fawcett
has just walked into the room, she doesn't normally do parties, not really her
thing, but the sad looking Reverend looked as if he needed cheering up. Not
that this was the reason she was here, Felicity had her own incentive for
being here, her own reasons and this was all part of her own plan, but only
she knew what that was.

The Reverend was shocked, not at seeing Felicity but by how she was dressed.
The oldest of the Fawcett children was casually clothed, to say the least. No
shoes just a pair of long white socks that went up just past her knees, then a
long, but tight grey t-shirt, that came down over and past her curvy hips. The
t-shirt looked quite old, as if used as a night shirt. The large 'Batman' logo
on the front did not distract from the t-shirts low neckline and the girls
thrusting breasts that came out. There was also the outline of a pink bra that
could be seen.

The Reverend though to himself that the girl knickers were also probably pink,
but then realised he shouldn't be thinking like that! She was a pretty girl,
with her young fresh face, pink lips, big, black rimmed glasses and those big
hazel eyes that stare through them. The girl's hair is a bit of a mess, long
fairish hair, un-brushed and just tired up and sticking out to the sides. She
had that rebellious look and a look of a girl, a woman who know what she
wants!

The Reverend Parsons mouths drops as he takes in the full look of Felicity as
she walks across the room to where he's sat in a big leather chair. As she
gets close to him, he's regained his composure and begins to push himself out
of the chair to ... ... THUD! OOHHHH! The girls foot came up and went into the
man chest as he raised himself up out of the chair, a push on the foot and the
man's sent back into the chair. The Reverend Parsons looked shocked, and then
stunned as Felicity now climbs onto the chair and onto the man. She sat there
across the chair, on him, looking at the scared Reverend. She lowered her
glasses down her cute nose and looked over them, deep into his eyes. Then she
grins, winked at him, and now she moves in closer and into him, time to get
the Reverend involved in her plan!

So, it was the New Year's party up at The Hall, everything was going well and
everyone was having a good time. And of course, there was still time for lots
more fun before the New Year arrived, and then the celebrations would really
start ... ... !