This gave her plenty of time to spend on her horses. Her life revolved around horses, she loved to ride. She was a good show jumper but excelled at Dr...ssage. She was considered for the Olympics when she was younger, but chose instead to remain behind the scenes of the organisation. She started drinking gradually, it crept up on her until she found herself unable to sleep without a glass of wine or five. Sarah wasn’t a lesbian as such, but had very little to do with men during her life. There. Not that I was getting ahead of myself here; first I had to pick her up at the train station.Parking the car in Brighton is a nightmare, so I parked at a train station nearby and also got the train in. That way, I kept other options open as well. I could have a drink, leave the car and take a taxi home but if we wanted to drive anywhere, it wasn’t miles away either. When I got through the barriers Nadine was already waiting for me in the hall and, it almost goes without saying, she was looking. He moves us further into the dark room, until I feel him bump into something. He turns us, climbing on top of me. His lips search for my neck, biting and nipping lightly. I start panting lightly, working to undo his belt, my hips lifting. Lucky for me, his jacket is already off. His hands find my legs, and slip under my dress. He slips my panties off. “I need you, Grace. I can’t wait, let me have you.” “Please, take me. I want you as badly.” I croon lightly, my voice shaking slightly with. “But when you cum on him, you won’t be thinking of him: you’ll be thinking of me. You’ll think of how perfectly my cock fucked your pussy, how perfectly I made you cum. You’ll scream out his name, but you’ll be thinking mine. “’Cameron,’ you’ll think, ‘your cock is so fucking perfect, I wish you would fuck me again’. And maybe I will, maybe I won’t; but you’ll always remember the way I fucked your pussy to the best orgasm you’ll ever have.” My orgasm ripped through me and I lost my senses. My.