She grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I was looking up at her. She put her mouth right on my ear. “Let’s go upstairs.” Her voice was husk.... She slipped her hand back into my dress, feeling how wet my panties were. “I bet you taste so fucking good.” I grasped her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. I stopped at the bottom of the steps. “I have an idea,” I said. She was biting her lip, listening. “Let’s pick a guy, make his night.” Erica smiled, nodding her head. There were lots of hot. I also have friends in Sweden I converse with regularly, both on the phone and by mail. And I’ve been back a few times. Where are you from?”“Luleå. Do you know where that is?”I nodded, “About as far north and east as you can go before you get to Finland. What are you doing in London?”“I’m an attorney. We’re dealing with an India-UK-Sweden child custody case, and it’s very complex. I’m here for depositions this week. What are you doing here?”“My company makes legal software and I’m here to. Only when a gust of wind blew snow into my face, did I shudder, and then I felt the cold. Wow, that was as unexpected as it was awesome. With renewed vigor, I charged into the remaining snow. I think I had more energy than a man 20 years younger than my actual 52 years! When I got through the rest of it, I was looking forward to getting into my house, to a warm shower, and then taking care of a lingering urge between my legs, fueled by some of those delightful memory snapshots. But that was. Normally, she rebuff his advances at this level of drunkeness, but she allowed him to pull her shorts down. Her boyfriend began to rub her panties above her pussy, no where near the precision of his friend Bill. Just a drunk mash of fingers and rubbing that was quite painful."You're really wet babe!" He smiled, and pulled her panties down. Morgan laid back on the bed, and her boyfriend pushed between her legs. Her boyfriend fumbled with a condom. He began to hump her hard and fast, his cock.