I wondered if I could cum on her wedding ring again. She seemed to like that last time and the memory of it turned me on. Her, in the shower, on her k...ees, her soaked hair and wet body, and her ring on her finger – held out to receive the final cumshot that I gave her. That night I waited in room 113 for what seemed an eternity. I showered and readied myself, wearing only a bathrobe that I had packed. One o’ clock came and went. Then two o’ clock came. Still no Lindsey. She wouldn’t have stood. The room wasn’t suitable for Donal’s purpose so he moved towards an arched doorway beside the Great Hearth that led through to what appeared to be private chambers. It was too dark to see so he retraced his steps scouring the floor for a likely branch. He soon found an arm’s length piece of wood and some dry cloth under a pile of wind blown leaves. Donal’ wrapped the material round the end of his makeshift torch and struck a spark from his flint and steel, using a piece of frayed cloth he kept. Your noisy appreciation echoing in my ears. I leant in and licked the fragrant lips, the taste and aroma once again bringing me to an eager, ready hardness. I covered your opening with my mouth and lips trying to drink your luscious juices dry. Sleep now long gone, you held my head so tight, pulling me into your wanton, spasming cunt. You came so hard again and again until you could take no more. Then pushing me away, onto my back, you half covered me, and began smothering my face with kisses,. ‘When I found out, maybe too late, I was already through with college, I made sure the two of them had a place to live in New Orleans and sent them money every month.’ Rose’s eyes widened in surprise and she cracked a small smile on account of his charity. ‘Her mother died a few months ago,’ he said. ‘She’s been trying to find a footing somewhere – anywhere – and she called me up a week ago saying she was thinking about heading to New York.’ Rose bit her lip and asked, ‘Is she really just.