Jordan rushed over to help her up out of bed and into the nearby bathroom. She heaved and vomited into the toilet. Her head pounded and her belly rumb...ed, and she thought she was near death."Are you OK?" Jordan asked after she stopped heaving.Angel was embarrassed he had witnessed her vomiting. Her face flushed red. She turned around and looked up at him. He was wearing cowboy boots and jeans. The sort of outfit she despised. "W-who are you?"It was obvious to Jordan she didn't remember anything. Ihr Schlüssel. Es steht alles wie gewünscht bereit. Ich wünsche Ihnen einen schönen Abend!» Zielstrebig kommt sie auf mich zu, lächelt mich – ehrlich, dieser Engel hat’s drauf! – fast scheu an und drückt auf den Liftknopf. Als sich die Schiebetür öffnet, rauscht sie an mir vorbei und meint keck: «Na? Worauf wartest du?» Im Lift drückt sie auf den Knopf für den dritten Stock. «Jetzt gibt’s kein Zurück mehr, mein Lieber. Ich freue mich, dass du meiner Einladung gefolgt bist.», lächelt sie mich. She wears a big sweater, almost disappearing in it. She speaks nervously with a Scottish accent so thick that it almost needs subtitles.“Hello, my name is Rose Wharton. I’m 23. I’m unemployed. And I’m from Aberdeen.”There’s a much older man sitting with her, you could be forgiven for thinking he’s her father, he’s actually her husband, Danny. He’s about to turn 50.“I didn’t have the nicest of childhoods. My mum was a druggy and a prostitute. She’s suck and fuck anyone to get her next fix. She. I was sucking her voluptuous, juicy lips and she started reciprocating by hugging me tight. She was caressing my hair and my hands were all over her ass. She started moaning when I inserted my tongue in her mouth and started sucking her tongue nicely. The exchange of salivas was increasing the heat and our hands were exploring each other’s body parts. She stopped and said..Lets hit the bed. I lifted her in my arms and we entered her bedroom.We were lying down kissing wildly exploring each other.