‘Sorry,’ she said, grateful that her face was already red with the effort of walking. ‘I wonder what you were thinking about?’ laughed Kate. A...ne smiled an embarrassed smile, but Kate didn’t pursue it. ‘I said I could do with a break,’ said Kate. ‘I’m not as young and fit as you – and, anyway, I also need a drink.’ ‘OK,’ said Anne, and shrugged off her pack before squatting at the side of the road, her back against a rough farm wall. Kate rummaged in her pack and pulled out one of the two. Thats why I always had love for her.Anyways later after we talked she invited me iinside her house it still looked the same I was reminiscing the memories I had there she asked I was hungry and I said starving! she cooked up a bomb chicken pot pie as im eatting Mrs.Diaz sat next to me playing with my curly hair telling me I grown to a handsome man I was flattered we talked for a while after finshing my delicious chicken pot pie I started to get tired I yawned and said I had to go I still had to. She has a great dark haired neatly trimmed bush which I bury my face in straight away. She is already wet and puts up no fight as I work her clit over with my mouth. Now I know that she is mine but I still have to work fast as I do not know when George may walk in, I remove my pants keeping my face in her snatch. She starts moaning and breathing very hard and I know she is getting close to orgasim. She pulls my hair, she wants my cock in her, I come up and lay a big kiss on her while sliding my. Back to square one. We sip on our wine for a while. I like this about Martin: silence is never uncomfortable with him. At last he clears his throat. “Well, maybe marrying a millionaire wouldn’t be all that bad an idea...” “I might as well do! I can’t get anyone else to hang around. Guys keep on seeing me as a notch in their bedposts. It’s not easy being a girl, Martin!” “Well unfortunately that can go with the territory of being a stunning brunette. But you could always turn it round to your.