“Mind your own fucking business.”She still thought about him often, inevitably comparing him to all the other men she met and became involved with...She opened the e-mail.Hey Claudia, how’s it going? I heard you’ve become a millionaire and moved to Italy. You better stay away from Berlusconi or you might end up on the front pages of all the Italian tabloids. But seriously, I had to get back to Oz because of family business. I caught up with Tina and Natasha and they told me you had moved to. You stop for a moment and begin to take off your top something catches your ear and you hear moaning off to your left as you look over. You don’t see anyone but you’re hearing it as you proceed to walk towards some low-lying trees. Quietly one step at a time. You begin to see where the moaning is coming from. You see this couple, the woman is lying on her stomach her ass is arched up in the air, and her arms and legs are spread out. Her moaning and breathing getting louder and louder, and. That should be no problem, then. I'm pretty tired, but I'll make it OK. Frankly I'd expected something rather harder than..."And then it struck home! Of course - how stupid of her! She was to walk back home naked! Oh no! It had been bad enough on the train, clad as she had been, in a thong and nothing else, but that was a total breeze compared to walking through London's streets in the absolute, unvarnished unadulterated altogether! Oh, fucking, bloody Hell!Resignedly, she reached for her. “Just fuck me.”He scooped up her thighs and pushed the tip of his cock against her sex. Dawn reached down and took hold of him and guided him into her. “Fuck me,” she cried out again. “Fuck me hard.”Fifteen minutes or so later she found herself under the duvet with her head resting on Bradley’s chest. There were still tears of joy running down her cheeks. Her favourite porno clip suddenly came to mind. It was a privately taken movie by a husband as the wife got fucked by a black male in her own.