"Chrissie!" she cried, "so nice to see you!"We hugged passionately and I kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back, her mouth open, a lovely soft wet...kiss. I had forgotten how sweet her kisses were."You look beautiful," she said, squeezing my hands warmly.She turned to Jamie, looking him up and down in astonishment."Hi, Jamie," she said. She looked back at me, her mouth wide open."Chrissie, he's so pretty!" she said, giving Jamie an admiring look. "I love that top," she said to him, "it really. One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchenOne, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning. We sat their in the steam of the shower, me finger fucking his ass, his moaning loudly, I knew he was a virgin, the way he was reacting to my finger was like he had just discovered heaven, but he hadn't seen anything yet. His body was trembling his stick was throbbing until he just started to spew out hot streams of cum onto the shower floor. He's orgasm was so strong I had to stand up and wrap my arms around him to keep him steady, but that got my dick rubbing against his tight hole and... oh. The man driving was about 45 and seemed friendly. He said he was coming home from a pub and had had a couple of drinks so was intending to take the country lanes homes rather than risk being stopped on the main road. That was OK with me.Once we set off he we talked about what my evening had been like and what I'd been up to. Which amounted to playing games and watching TV with my friend. He said "so you didn't get lucky tonight, then?" and I replied that I hadn't. That led him to ask if I had a.