Here the things were not going to turn out well obviously. The girl started beating the devil’s tattoo, then sniffed and lowered her head sadly. �...I wouldn’t say no to a glass of beer.” Philip was wondering how to make off; he wasn’t partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her lower lip nervously. “I… don’t want to bother you…” Philip started, then, after a short hesitation, decided to demonstrate some sort of kindness. Waved to. I rose to my feet, pulling her along. I suddenly had an irresistible urge to get her back to our hotel and put her body through some serious convulsions. In reflection, I guess you can say my primal instincts kicked in at the mention of Brian’s name. I wanted to remind her in a raw, almost violent way that for that day she was mine and mine alone. I resolved to put her on that plane back to Boston with a sore pussy full of my cum, and she could sense it by the look of determination on my face.. I totally forgot about her, somewhere I heard that she got married to that guy, but she tottaly went off my radar. Up until that night.As she was living back home (countryside), when I caught a first glimpse of her, I thought it was someone else, that resembles K. On the second look - man, it is her. She was dancing with some friends, a bunch of worn out women, that made her glow even harder amongst them.Still a blonde, still very slim, and still dressed modestly. She caught me starring, and. I warmed up some baby oil in my hands and then gently massaged it into her ass. I could feel her butt muscles relax under my oily hands while Zee let out little contented sighs and moans.I did that for a few minutes until she was relaxed enough for what I had planned next. "Reach back and start playing with your clit," I told her.Two of the fingers on her right hand slowly started rubbing her pussy. "Stay relaxed," I told her while I gently spread her ass cheeks and dribbled a bit of oil on her.