Raphael: ‘Nat, are you going to talk to me? Because I’ll follow you until you do so!’ Nat: ‘No. I can’t, I just…I don’t know what you mu...t think about me, I don’t even know what that was! Sorry, please….’ Nat got inside the train and so did Raphael, sitting just beside her. I was lucky to get a chair near enough. Raphael: ‘Ok, I get you don’t want to talk about it so, whatever it was…in due time you will let me know?’ Nat: ‘That is the problem, there is nothing to tell, I just don’t know what. She hadn’t even got the dudes names in the register, she realised too late........“Did you check the sweet butt on that ‘Colleen’ Shamus” said Patrick, the taller, to his mate as he stripped off his wet jeans. “Mate “said Paddy, scratching his stubble, “I didn’t get past her hooters, that’s a stacked rack man”, as he removed his sodden shirt and t-shirt.“Anything else to go in the washer? Let’s make this load worthwhile; not many two dollar washes around mate.”“Yeah, here’s my jocks, that’s. I had no idea when we might be together again. Thank goodness it was a reasonably quiet day, no irate customers. I might have done or said something to get myself fired. When I got home to my quiet, lonely house, I sat down and turned on Fox News. O’Reilly was about half over. I was lost in my thoughts and had no idea what was on his show. Michelle was gone; she'd said just to think, but that she'd be back. I turned the TV off to think about our future myself. Michelle, my wife, said she was. I took notice of all the little places that felt good to her. This was all new to Caroline. I was amazed that none of her previous lovers had wanted to do this for her. She had such a succulent little body that seemed made for kissing. When I had her again on her back I dove down to taste her little quim. She was ready and came after only a few swipes of my tongue. She was still quivering with her orgasm when I slipped on a rubber and pushed into her. When her hips started to gyrate I pulled.