We don't have to see these guys." Scarlett spun her wedding ring around, something she did when she was thinking. "I know but these guys are the best....I honestly can't believe they put us in the same hotel room. I mean it's an oil company, how can they not afford two hotel rooms?" "I dunno but I get the bed tonight." he said as he finished shaving. "You're on the couch." She rolled her eyes and told him only if she got the window seat on the flight back home. "How old are you?" he laughed."You. “Where. Where will you fuck me, hmmm?”, she asked again �" between kisses and gropes. “I’m torn. I want those pretty lips on my cock, for sure. I want to explode in your mouth..but I love your ass, too.” “You’d fuck my ass for me? Hmm? Good and hard?” I smiled, “oh yesss…yes I will.” Our next kiss was even more hungry as we both pondered that opportunity.At one point, I paused to sip my drink and I could feel her watching me. I looked back at her, only to feel her reach out for my cock…which. None of them were what I would call close friends though, but we all mixed well and like students everywhere, the pub became our second home.One Friday night as I left the crowd still drinking, Amy one of the girls, said she'd walk home with me and we linked arms for the short walk home,I asked her if she'd like to come in for a coffee or another few drinks but fully expected her to refuse,"I'd love to" she said with obvious pleasure and dutifully popped into the wine shop below my flat to buy. ”Mrs. Farrow came down the porch steps, “I would love to stay and talk but I have a meeting to go to and I better hurry. They don’t like when I am late. These silly meeting always last too long, always over two hours. Oh well, I guess I better get going. Doors open. Go right in.”Mrs. Farrow hurried off to her car and backed out of the driveway and drove away. I waved goodbye as I stood trying to sort out everything she had said. Ellen was worried about me. Ellen was home alone, Mrs. Farrow.