At the end of the dark passage we were quite taken aback to be met by a very drunk Harry who had lost his keys and was trying to gain access to his ho...se by forcing his back door. In his inebriated state he didn't miss a beat over seeing us passing through, just saw it as someone sober come to the rescue to help him gain access to his house. I duly obliged by having to break a small glass panel on the door and opening it from the inside.I fully appreciated that Harry would be unable to fix the. Both Tom and Bertha looked pensive at the start but when I had my computing device materialize in front of them and showed them their future new house in north London, off Windemere Road, they experienced that same ‘future-memory’ response like they did with that music.“We ARE going to live in that house,” Bertha exclaimed as she looked at the pictures of their ‘1989’ brick house. “That’s the fireplace I’ve always wanted, and look, there’s the hanging pots and pans holder, above my granite. Shes 5'7" tall, caramel colored skin, hazel eyes, a ass to die for, and jet black wavy hair that hangs all the way down her back. not to big in the breast department, but its enough. shes addicted to this dick i fuck her real good, and she would tell you. well this one day she text me, it read, "lets fuck". thats one thing i like about her shes direct. turns me on too lol. i wasnt in town and i sent a text back telling her this. she was pissed, you must not want this pussy anymore, you suck,. I had popped out for some cola from the bar, and when I returned she was dressed up in a tight white blouse, strict make up, and a short black skirt.She threw the extra duty free fags at my chest, and demanded to know what else I had smuggled in. She started to search me, patting me down like a professional. Insisting I strip, she started searching, first running her fingers inside my mouth, and then down my chest edging towards my hardening cock.Roughly pulling back my foreskin, she started to.