Me: What?Anna: UhmmmmLisa: I just find it weird that Chloe up and left.Anna: Yeah, me too.Me: Well she wanted to go her own way. I’m going mine. It ...s what it is.Lisa: Don’t worry about a thing! I have something in mind for you!Anna: You do?Lisa: You and I are going out, right now!Me: We are?Lisa: Yes we are! That’s the least I can do for you after all that you have done for me. And I want to be there for you in this tough time.Anna: I should’ve thought of that.Me: Really, I’m fine with itLisa:. His cock glistened in the light, still dripping wet with saliva from the blowjob. "You want this phat black dick again, don't you?" No...I want to see what my white asshole tastes like." I didn't even listen to the words coming out of my mouth. All I could think of was putting that gargantuan dick back inside of me. I felt so empty without it. I turned around and knelt in front of Butch. His throbbing dick swinging in front of my eyes nearly hypnotized me. I could see Butch was about to grab. .. thank you darling for understanding and being so free about sex."Later she cleaned up and slept the last part of the flight. In fact I had a hard time waking her up in Jamaica. As we deplaned we made plans to call Ted and Shiela soon and we caught a cab to our resort.We swam in the ocean and lay on the beach just resting until dark. We returned to our room and showered and started to dress to go to dinner. Carol handed me a pair of brief shorts she had bought for me saying,"Put these on. Another amusing and very English thing was that the station was actually in the village of Bells Yew Green. Frant itself was a couple of miles away. The South Eastern Railway who built the line in eighteen fifty-one decided to call their station Frant and no one had ever bothered to correct the peculiarity. The train arrived on time and shortly she was alighting at Tunbridge Wells. It was always quite cool at Tunbridge as the station was sandwiched between two tunnels, they funnelled any waft.