She was going to take care of the hotel reservations and the race registration. I would meet her Saturday at her apartment in High Wycombe near the As...a supermarket. There was a nice trail along the Thames, 10K up the river and then back. Very flat, not a hill in sight. We ran together out the out leg and I picked it up on the way back. It was one of the better runs I'd had and I felt great. I was definitely ready for a pint of England's best.We had decided that I would stay with her overnight. Looking around i was searching for things to rub myself on. First i saw the plastic water pipes, the big 5 inch round ones and so walked over to them, cock hard and started rubbing up against it. It was different but not what i wanted. But by this time i was seriously getting horny and wanting to cum. I turned round and looked at the rafters. Now i know what you're thinking, that the wood splinters and all that..but i was horny as hell. i examined the rafter looking for a smooth piece, and used. "You do take after Samantha, you know," she went on. "But you know whatthey say, "like father, like son". I didn't catch your name, dear."I was tempted to say I didn't throw it. There was an undertone to thisconversation that unnerved me for some reason. "Carolyn," I replied."Carolyn Ellsbrough." Carolyn," the woman repeated, smiling. "Such a lovely name. It's afeminine form of Charles, of course, which, I believe, is your realname."There were no flies on this one, I thought."And how is dear. He couldn’t even trust that the flashes were memories rather than drunken dreams. He could remember dreaming about a party his parents threw for their 25th wedding anniversary for some reason and weird flashes of the chef with his pants down. Upstairs Katie was sprawled across their huge bed, her naked body tangled in the sheets and thin cotton blanket from thrashing in her sleep. After being caught spying on the waiter, Katie did her best to maintain her composure as the guests all made.