Even speaking on the telephone morning and long into the night wasn’t enough. Oh sure, the sound of your voice and how we would make love over the l...ng distance lines (I am convinced the static on the lines was caused by our hot talk), just isn’t the same as being able to hold you in my arms and make long, slow and tender love together. The meetings broke up a day ahead but I decided not to tell you but rather to fly home after talking to you in the morning as if everything was as planned and. Rachael kept up her narration the whole way. April had managed to persuade Rachael to get something to eat at the South Mimms services off the M25, and she had a large diet coke, to get herself awake, which worked wonders. She spent the whole time just staring out of the window, and listening to Rachael talk about where they were and her experiences there. It washed over her like a warm blanket, and she counted herself lucky to be there. This was real England, not the tourist trap she’d. Sorry for the delay. I was very happy with your comments for my previous story. Hope i meet your expectations in this one too.. Those who have not read my previous story, please read that first.Guys, after my chat with sarika i was really excited. I wanted to fuck her immediately.. But i had to wait for some time. If i go to her house frequently my house owner might suspect. So i waited for the dusk.As it started getting dark, i slowly went down and checked if my owner aunty was there. She was. Big Wolf was over 14 and well into puberty. He fucked at least once every day and often twice a day. The girls loved his larger than usual cock. This was the common practice for anybody who had reached puberty. Every child was valuable, so if one of the unmarried girls had a baby, nobody complained. That child just became a ward of the village if the girl’s family could not handle the added economic burden. There were going to be a lot of broken hearts and empty cunts when Big Wolf finally.