"You ready for a PROPER fucking ball-kicking, too?" She asked, somewhat bluntly (apparently inferring that the ball-beating I'd received whilst down i... Manchester had not been)."Oh, god! Yes." I blurted.Sophia lunged forward and slapped me hard across the face."Address me by my proper title: 'Princess Sophia'. Do you understand?" Yes, Princess." I gasped, a little shocked by her assault."I don't mess around." She assured me. "Not like those stupid wanna-be dominatrix whores in Manchester!". I think it's about 50 years old. But he did many upgrades to it and has put a lot into maintaining it." What upgrades did he do?" He had the garage built, and the back porch added and screened in. There was no plumbing in the cabin so he had a well drilled and updated the bedrooms to include baths. He also had the metal roof installed. Of course, the kitchen is his doing. He enjoyed cooking for Mom, and he put in the best quality appliances he could afford back in the early 1980's. They enjoyed. 11:32pm and Semisonic ‘Closing Time’ faded in over the cheap speakers. And although she fucking hated that song, he had been polishing that glass for too long and she had been nursing her drink in turn, exchanging glances had been nice, neat & tidy, Christmas attire foreplay. No words really had conspired between the two but they both understood they’d be leaving together. She tipped the bottom of her glass into her lips, turned her head towards the door as she stared and smiled, his eyes. The movie was dishoom and it wasn’t that good then we made out there(movie was boring) and i fingered her pussy and we kissed and that was it.(The screen was pretty y as we were seeing the 10:40 show.We had our quick meals and then it was the time. There is a place where nobody usually comes and it was the perfect place to fool around. Around 12:35 we reached there. She suggested that place and we got there, i parked my car in dark and then boom, i started kissing her and she did too..it was.