Please don’t waste your time asking me what her name is because I have to confess, I don’t have a single clue.She was young and comely.She slept o... her side, but I could see her face in the wall mirror on the closet door.Very nice indeed, but totally unfamiliar.I wondered if I was suffering under some form of early onset of dementia with loss of memory as the first symptom.Sure, I had a few drinks but don’t remember getting drunk. As I pondered the past evening, I wondered if I might have. I was in heaven, although it was very painful indeed…I cried out and screamed loud in pain; but Oliver did not stop fucking me.He fucked me so good, sometimes nice and hard and then slowing down so he wouldn't come, driving me crazy with every inch of his hot hard shaft."I love fucking your hot little married asshole" He whispered in my ear.I found myself pushing and twisting my ass back at him, determined to make him as crazy with my hot asshole as he was making me crazy with his hard dick.I. Edinburgh, the Athens of the North, finds me many years later in life, sitting in the gardens beneath the colossus castle perched precariously atop the cooled lava flow.I smile as I remember the lessons we got on its history, the handsome master out front in the class, looking under each girls desk as we all sat with our legs apart, long limbs clad in woolen stockings, and a pair cotton knickers, wet with the anticipation he would choose one of us to love, but it was always the princess, her. No, this is actually my place. I brought you here so I could seduce and fuck you”.“bad girl!...” I smiled. “you did not have to trick me I would have fucked you any where”“good, I put the offer in on the loft.” she spit on my rod and rubbed it in. “You would not believe how fast they took it. They really want it sold.” She licked me again “You can move in next month”“really! I guess that means I owe you a bonus” She smiled and stood up. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me and stuck.