But I wasn’t about to tell Liz that. I just grunted when Ciera moved my hand outward again.“He’s lost flexibility this week,” Ciera informed t...e group. “If you want his long-term prognosis to improve then you’re going to have to make his recovery a priority.”I’m certain Liz wanted to return the salvo. The only reason she didn’t was because the girl was speaking the truth (or perhaps the fact she knew that Ciera could put me through a great deal of torment if she put her mind to it).“I think we. That meant Long Kesh Prison or, if you were lucky, transferred to London’s Newgate. But that seldom happened. Long Kesh was for ‘terrorists,’ as the British thought of them, while Newgate housed common criminals. The Irish thought of the inmates at Long Kesh as political prisoners or maybe even freedom fighters. It all depended on your point of view. Staring toward the windows that fronted The Fountain Inn at the corner of Castle Lane and Fountain Street, Jenny thought back to those days.. I think it took her by surprise a little when it happened. “God that was a rush” she murmured as I put her legs down and slowly withdrew from her pussy. “Really fast and intense – I’m gonna need another later babe” she said seductively as she stripped and headed for the ensuite. Much as I wanted to follow her, we had guests plus we were due to pick Ally up soon, with this in mind I headed to the main bathroom.I was washed and changed in five minutes and going downstairs saw that Pete & Cathy. She gave me her address and phone number and said, “Call me, I had a great time.”I promised I would.That was Friday, I called right after I got out of work and before going to school Monday evening. Carla seemed surprised that I called. “I have been asked for my phone number a lot, but never got called. You didn’t ask, I gave it to you and you called.”“Why wouldn’t I call? A beautiful woman spends an evening with a geeky stranger and then asks for more. I would be totally stupid not to see if.