In thre it didnt take me long to see a nice girl that i quite fancied and thought i would be able to fuck well after all the usual stuff we ended up o...tside the club after it but she was not playing ball she was kissing me me and all sorts but she would not come back to the flat with me saying she didnt fuck on the first night (who does that this day and age lol ) but she was a nice girl and i did want to see her again . Anyway i decided to just go home so i jumped in the taxi that i was. I needed some air. ‘I think I want to go home, Alex.’ He escorted me to the car and fastened my seat belt, courteous as ever. Then he settled into the seat beside me. I remember little of the drive home. I think we talked a bit — at least, Alex did. He said something about being sure I’d understand and wish him well, I was such a sweet girl. Yeah, I was sweet all right. Sweet little understanding Lynn – sweet on him and forever sweet on the wrong guy. It was the story of my life. I would have. “I understand… but wait, let’s go to home,” He offered to fuck me in my bed or may be his. “I want to suck you now,” I said and with my efforts and him loosing control over his slutty daughter, I succeeded in pulling down his pants to his knees. Now while I was undoing all the buttons of my shirt and then took it off, he didn’t even try to pull up his pants. He was just staring at my nice 32B size tits. I slipped my hands in his underwear and pulled out his cock. He was not hard may be because. Whoever this guy was, I didn't want to speak to him. But I was just a little curious as to why he'd come looking for me. Look, the Fisherman's Arms ain't the kind of place strangers find by chance."My name's John Caldwell, and I'd like to have a word with you about Sarah, if I may," the man replied.The name Caldwell, let alone Sarah, was enough for me to begin to rise from my seat. I could remember that Sarah had mentioned a cousin called John Caldwell a few times. I think I recalled that he.