Then my friend walked me back to myhotel, making me feel wonderful and safe. And she took a few pictures,just for me. Next I returned to my room, and ...o one in the hotel lobbysaid a word. I was just another pretty middle aged woman returning to herroom.In my room, I took tons of pictures. I couldn't believe how pretty (andnatural) I looked, how I glowed and how I looked exactly the way I wantedto look, like a classy lady who just had a wonderful night out with afriend. Alas, I did have to. “Well, we order another round of drinks. You are pretty drunk. Then I suggest that you give your friend a kiss to thank him for the dance.” “Oh dear. You make me kiss him? And, not a little peck, but a full, open mouthed, tongue probing kiss, right. I mean I am so fucking turned on that I start necking with a stranger in a booth while my husband watches me, right?” I was involuntarily rocking my own hips and squeezing my thighs together as David and I wove the details of this fantasy together.. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don’t go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. This prequel is a small thank you to kjohns2001, who wrote that a back story setting out Harry’s downfall would help the timeline and narratives for later events, this has been echoed by others. So with your permission here it is and I hope you agree the guy was a complete pain in the rear end. ***** Harry Parker scratched his head and looked at the printout’s, ‘Phillip get. Itne maza mujhe pehle kabhi nhi aaya. Wo use lollipop ki tarah choose ja rhi thi. Mujhe khush dekhkar wo boli dekha na akku maza aaya na par jaisa maine kha kisi ko mat batana. Maine kha theek hai. Unhone phir mere hath ko pakda aur apni choochiyon par rha aur dabane ko kha. Uss wakt chuchiyan size mai zyada badi nhi thi par soft thi.Mujhe khelne mai maza aa rha tha unki choochiyon se. Phir unhone mere muh pakda aur apne nipples ko chuswaya. Mujhe yeh sab karne mai aisa laga jaise mai jannat.