“No time!” exclaimed Abbie ... the rat.We sailed by ... spitting distance ... I pouted.Then the road got ... interesting. (The Chinese have a sayi...g: May you live in interesting times.) The road got like that.After awhile ... the 32 changes to the M4, it’s sorta the same road ... just re-numbered. Then it’s a right turn onto the A3, which is King Georges Road, to Hurstville; Sydney’s Chinatown. Hurstville is more than half Chinese ... not Asian ... Chinese.Left turn on Ruby, right on Carrington. Home sweet home. “Kelsey, I’m back!” No answer. Weird, she must be out. That’s unlike her. I walk into the kitchen to get a drink and freeze. “Hi.” Such a simple word with such a simple response, but I can’t do anything but stare. He’s here. In my apartment. In front of me. “Did you forget how to speak?” I forgot that he was waiting for an answer. “What are you doing here?” The only words I can come up with. Smooth. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “That’s my welcome? Not very warm.” He’s. Never mind that she was extremely sexually aware, never mind about the sex I'd enjoyed with her. Put to one side the dirty sex she'd indulged in with mum or Karen, at that moment she was a shy young bride, very much in love and enjoying every moment of her big day!It was almost ten months since that first time we left Glasgow on the night sleeper to London, mum had got her divorce and dad had been very disgruntled that his fishing lake scam had cost him far more of mum's money than he would. Almost “ick.” But within seconds, he was overcome with pleasure. “M’mmmm,” Veronica purred, letting Allan’s cock pop from her greedy mouth. She raised herself onto her knees and grabbed Allan by the waistband of his black trousers, working them down his lean hips and then throwing them to the side of the bed. Impatiently, she removed his shorts, which soon joined the trousers.Allan’s angry-red cock glistened wetly in the buttery lamplight, and Veronica eyed it hungrily. Her stare was laden with.