The only thing Brian thought he had in common with the teenager was a deep appreciation of her good looks and luscious body.Jen had spent the last fiv... years or so being told how beautiful she was. Cheerleading was a legitimate means of displaying her body to the masses. Brooke and Brian were about to find out how much she wanted more.They arrived at the port and Jen was in awe of the ship. At first, it was simply because of the size of it. But once they got on board she was nearly dizzy from. "Look who's calling the kettle black," she whispered. "What right do I have to judge other people, after the mess I've made of my own life." That's all in the past," Ken comforted her. "There's the future to look forward to now, and that will all be different." Oh, I hope so, Ken. I hope so desperately." It will be," he said positively. He raised his glass. "To the future, Bette to your future, and to Tony's, and to mine." To the future," she replied, and they touched glasses and drank.They had. ” Then he said, "You must do that very soon." Em said, “Certainly I must do that very soon. Shall we go to your hotel now?” Luís looked momentarily alarmed. He said, "We cannot go to my hotel. I have people there staying with me." Em looked at him. She hadn’t thought about that. But she had to have his cock. She had to eat it and then receive it into her cunt. She had to come wildly and loudly on his thick, quick shaft as they climaxed together. At least once. Hopefully twice. If she was really. "Can I come back to yours?" I asked "If you want" she grinned I found that with Jane she was USUALLY entirely passive. She'd let the band of the Grenadier Guards have her, but it would be THEIR fault, their decision. She'd just gone along with it. For whatever reason this was her ethic. So we took the night bus back to her flat on Middleton Hall Road, if you're interested. I get the odd reader who knows Birmingham.Talking of telephone numbers, the telephone in her flat had no number.