Two nights ago we meet a guy called Justin; he had sex with Sophie while I took photos and then I enjoyed sloppy seconds. (See the story called “Aft...r the races”).Last night I enjoyed the pleasure of a “brought-home” creampie. Here’s how it happened. We went to a jazz night and it was a good atmosphere – lots of wine and good music. I could tell she was getting horny. I leaned over to her and said, “What do you think are your creampie chances tonight?”“Very good, I suspect. There’s quite a few. He explained in detail what Scott would be facing over the next several weeks and months. The bandages would removed from his eyes in a few days. He could start physical therapy as his leg wounds were healing nicely. Scott would be allowed to leave the hospital during the day time as long as he was accompanied by his nurse. Again, it was Katelin who was assigned this task. On a Sunday afternoon the day before Scott’s bandages were to be removed Scott’s mom and dad decided to have a combination. I complied, tasting the slushy snow as I licked up and down, worshipping as my kittens had so often done for me. As I tasted the filthy slush, I felt their shame but also their surrender. When she praised my efforts I felt proud. Moving to her heel I began sucking like a greedy slut...which I now am. While sucking on the toe I looked up into her commanding eyes. "Please, Miss. Make me your bitch!" "You already are. You just hadn't accepted it until now. Now strip in front of the window. I. But let’s get back on track. My name is Jim and I’m 47 years old. Divorced. No kids. Great Job. Money in the bank and back pocket. Don’t know if I’m good looking. I certainly look after myself and date plenty of girls: they seem to think I’m ok. And I don’t think it’s just the money. Today I’m off the coast. Seen a nice little cruiser that I might buy. Always liked the sea and a small cabin cruiser that I could live on overnight and weekends would be great. Across the France? I needed something.