...I woke up the next morning feeling happy and horny due to the experiences of the previous night. I had no plans for the day but I made it my missio... to find the slutty cunt and fuck her one more time. I left the hotel around about 10am and went in search for this whore but for the first 5 hours, I had no luck until I saw her standing in front of the Anchor, the famous pub where I first met this fucking slutty cunt. I decided to keep my distance just to see where she was going but she didn’t. When I got in I was surprised to find a sleeping bad, a primus stove and unopened canned food and in a corner a pile of nudie magazines, it was for my untrained eyes, a wanking den for a guy, but who I wondered?I thumbed through the magazines, daring the guy to walk in and catch me looking at his stash, I was making my mind up to start fucking and soon I found myself masturbating to what appeared to be anal sex fetish magazines, when my father walked in and caught me.This was his hideaway, and. The sun was shining for the first time in several days. That, at least, was a good sign and an improvement over yesterday's rain.I headed off to the bathroom for my morning ritual. A quick shower and then I was ready to get dressed. I put on my normal businessman's uniform of a black suite, white shirt, and tie. I still had some time left over, before I caught my train, so I checked myself over in the hall mirror. I'm a hair under six feet tall and my lean muscular frame still filled out. I'd forgotten I still had c-cup tits. I cross my arms over them and cough pointedly. Glen startles and begins to turn put the box down. As he bends I get a great view of his ass. I had always admired Glen. But I don't think he'd very much noticed me. "Just sign here," He says as he hands over a clipboard. He looks down awkwardly as I scrawl a quick signature. "Thanks for that. I'll be seeing you, sweetie." Glen's last comment makes little sense to me until he leaves the house and I realise he.