Fancy coming? We can relax for a day or two and have some fun." said Ben."Yes all right," replied Simon, "where does she live?" In Stratford, we can g... across by train it's not far. They leave Friday morning and return on Monday night, so I though we could pack a few things and go over Friday afternoon and come back after lunch on Monday. Stratford's a great place with lots of good clubs if you know where to look."Ben arrived at one o'clock the following Friday and they walked to the station.. I told her I was not sure what she meant, and she smiled her wicked smile and looked right into my eyes as she walked up to me and grabbed my hard cock in her silky hands. Sally told me that she knew I was wishing inside that she would open her mouth and give me a blowjob when her mouth was so close to my crotch. I was shocked and amazed on how she could have known that! Was she a mind reader or something? Sally then said that was lesson #1. Again with her confidant smile, she told me that was. ’ Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I thought to myself. That was the best you could do? What about, ‘I thought a lot about you, too’ or ‘I hope you didn’t get hurt’ or even ‘Are you OK?’ No. I, the guy with the interminable bad hair day, had to go and talk about some other guy’s dick. And a sadist to boot. Was I that insecure or insensitive? Yeah. I probably was. Wishing I could unsay what I’d said, I just sat there, hoping the words would dispel themselves quickly. Simone apparently had tolerance for. ’ Slumping down, her bare feet up on the dashboard, her long bare legs rising up from the short denim skirt distracting him, ‘I’m not refined sugar, just a southern girl from the wrong side of the tracks.’ Pointing to a local corner store she told him, ‘Pull over here, I need to get some drink.’ ‘We don’t need it, I’ve got a couple of bottles of wine back at my place.’ ‘I don’t need wine, I need some Tequila. Park over there and wait, I won’t be long.’ Sitting in the car he waited as she went.