Itold her I’d walk. I added I hoped to see her again ifshe didn’t think I was too young for her. She smiled.“I don’t care what...age I is.” Layla took my number, Ikissed her and left. I had one more place to go… EpilogueIt was gloomy out this morning as I made my way backto the cemetery. I knew exactly where I was going.Once I entered I went right back to the tomb stoneTalia had stopped in front of. Folded neatly in frontof it was my varsity jacket. I read the. It was only a minute or two longer when I felt as though I was about to come again so she stopped giving me head and allowed me to eat her pussy which I’ve always said was the best tasting pussy I’ve ever had. I called it ‘rain-water’ pussy because although it did have a taste, it was as subtle as rain-water - I could eat her for hours it tasted so good. She was also a gusher - especially if she had alcohol induced inhibition loss. So it wasn’t long before I really had her juices flowing. I. So what can I do for you?" The Brit asked."I hadn't spoke to you for a week. I just wanted to see how you were," I said."Bollocks, now what did you want," he said."I was planning to take you and Jeremy out to dinner, but you are busy," I said."Jeremy told me that. He also said we could make it tomorrow. I would really like to go out tomorrow. But let's make it lunch," he suggested."Okay where you want to meet on a Sunday for lunch," I asked."Just meet us here and I'll drive," he suggested."Like. ”The ides of a fresh fucking pavilion got him charged a few degrees mo. Lifting me up in his strong arms, he carried me to the table. He laid me down on the polished mahogany glass-topped surface.Being carried by a man is one of the most fulfilling emotions for a woman- a sense of being taken. Maybe due to our predecessors’ collective consciousness being carried throughout history. I opened my legs to provide him a glorious view of my dripping pussy. He licked his lips in sheer lust.“Oh, mom,.