When it was time to leave Jasmin whispered in my ear. “Would you like to come over for a drink?” I was quite surprised at the offer. She hardly kn...w me and she hadn’t made any signs of flirting with me. “What about Enrique?” “Oh, we don’t live together. I live alone.” “Sure, I would love a nightcap.” We took a taxi and to my surprise, Jasmine lived not far from the hotel where I stayed and she worked at. I had thought the rent would be too high for her. She lived on the second floor in a. Mrs Carter started talking to us again."So, Juliet, what book are you reading at the moment?"Julie giggled."You have to remember that I'm reading English, so the fact that I'm juggling 'Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight' and 'Grapes of Wrath' shouldn't count against me. The last book I read just for pleasure was a Thomas Hardy, 'Far From the Madding Crowd' which was written exactly a hundred years ago." Oh yes, I know it well. Gabriel Oak and Bathsheba Everdene?" Exactly! Hardy really wrote well. Her eyes flickered, beneath her closed lids. I moved slightly, to her forehead, and kissed it. Shifting again, and slightly shaking the bed, I began kissing down her beautiful face. As I kissed her nose gently, I saw one eyelid flutter open.“Morning sweetheart,” I told her, and brushed my lips against hers.She returned the kiss, softly and gently. I continued to kiss down her chin, to her neck. Her other eye opened, and she smiled.“You remembered,” she told me.“Of course, I remember. I promised. It feels painful but my body betrays me and I’m enjoying it already even though I’m crying. The look on your face is one I don’t like, I don’t think I like you anymore, but I’m enjoying your cock in my pussy, that much is clear from the juices that glisten on you and the moans of pleasure which I cannot hush. You’re much taller than my mere five feet and you hold my wrists to the door above my head, your large hands almost cover mine, my legs are weakening and actually if you weren’t thrusting.