A second time would be nice, but I could not get there. Roger, on top, poking his hard boner deep into me. I curled my legs back as he pounded. Roger ...as good at fucking and made sure I enjoyed it. A boyfriend or husband fuck, not just a guy getting off fuck.I can feel that warmth in my stomach again. I look back and he is dead to the world. I watch outside as a noisy eighteen-wheeler roars by. The sleepy driver probably did not even look my way and see me standing in the doorway fingers my. The castle itself looked to be three floors above ground and I guessed at least one below if not two. The entrance was lined with ancient tapestries on the walls and a long runner on the granite floor that we followed to the throne room. Even with the tapestries I still could feel a chill radiating from the stone walls.It was a closed session, my first meeting with Chandra’s father. He reminded me of the pictures of Henry the VIII, over-stuffed and all too pampered, although without the robes. Cursing his luck the large man groped his way back to the other lamp, soon it was lit. He stared down unbelieveingly at the damp oily patch soaking into the cave floor. He shook the lamp in his hand, nothing - it too was almost empty."Damn this country and its feeble-minded inhabitants!" He screamed to the glistening walls. His rage echoed and returned to him, a mockery of his original outburst. Urgently he started back towards the entrance, fifty yards later the lamp was hurled aside as it too. " I replied meeting his gaze. His smile extended to his eyes and he looked back to the road, content. It was true, I hit the books hard when revising for my end of school exams and I had always had a natural aptitude for schoolwork. My results weren't what was bothering me.It was as we pulled up alongside the school that I saw her; Jessica Thorne, my best friend and also the love of my life. My breath caught as I took in her 5'7 slender frame and angelic face. Her beautiful auburn hair was tied.