"I confirmed that he had been in poor health when I had last had news of him."Oh by the way my Lord. I have just received a missive, to be handed to y...u on your arrival. I gather it is from the Lady Helen Hammond. I will leave it with you my Lord while I make enquiries as to when her Majesty may be available to give you audience."I sat breaking the seal and read the note, basically it told me that much as she loved me, she could not go ahead with our betrothal, as it would be such a large. “Wh, wha, what, ohhhh, what the fuck?” she finally got out. “I think we're spending the night.” She pulled away momentarily and shot me her, “are you crazy?” face. I held her by her shoulders and looked straight at her, “Tanya, the water never gets over the top of that ledge behind us, it's already getting dark and you know we'd have to swim against the surf.” She nodded quickly and closed into me again and buried her wet head against my chest. “I'm scared,” she said in the meekest voice I. I could sense her breath heaving up. She did not resist me crushing her boobs or massaging her back. I gently planted a kiss on her bare neck and she left a moan on a very low tone. It was a good 35-40 seconds hug. We separated and shared our numbers. I asked her to meet over a coffee but she denied saying she has to leave for Pune next day. While leaving I could see a flare in our eyes which was a mixed emotion of love and lust. We gradually started talking over phones and shared about each. The Redskins had won. I had made a new friend - a beautiful blond bartender who had a similar transplant story as mine but with, seemingly, more success. I had also met a married man named Bill at the bar who convinced me to join him for a drink in his hotel room. I ended up drinking three-quarters of a beer and possibly the biggest load of cum I had experienced to date. I gave him one fantastic blow job which he, rightfully, came from prior to kicking me out of his hotel room. I recalled.