She told me to wait for her in the car park for her after work so she could take me home as she was driving in the car and I was rubbing her leg and c...otch and she was trying to do the same when we got to her house, as soon as we were inside and we went absolutely crazy for each other, literally tearing each other’s clothes off and I was lying on top of her on the living room sofa in just my pants and she was in just her little white panties and bra. She kissed me and rubbed my cock in my pants. But soon I became brave and went in and played pool, watched the football on Saturdays and start to make new friends.The hotel also had a new barmaid who started there. Her name was Rene’. At 19 years old, she was a bit plump, but not fat. It gave her figure nice curves in the right places. She had large breast, and long dark hair. Her smile and eyes were one of the main reasons that I kept going back to that hotel. Anyway we became good friends. She would often ask how my day was and would I. But, for years I wasn't." Well -- the answer is yes, I would." Really? You're not just saying it?" No -- really. Of course, knowing what I know now, if I could have him today, as he was back then, I'd also be arrested -- because I'd be buggering a fourteen- year-old boy."She made a playful swat at him. "Oh, Ben!" I do understand what you're getting at." He picked up another handful of popcorn from the bowl."I feel the same sort of thing," she continued. "I was thinking -- the rape really did. I don’t know what fabric softener they used, but if it was what made her sheets feel super soft and smell great. I had to find out what it was to tell my mom. The thousand thread count sheets that were now on my bed were nowhere near this soft and smelled like some sort of dead exotic flower from a rainforest in the Amazon. Until my parents got their new jobs, mom always used whatever name brand scent she found at one of those places where everything was a dollar. In her bed was exactly where.