After a short while, with my lovely gf a bit buzzed from the drink I stripped her naked and, having pulled down my shorts, I entered her lovely pussy.... After a while of nice kissing in missionary position I put her on her hands and knees and was fucking her doggie. I heard a small sound and looking up all I could see was the glow of a cigarette. I was shit scared. I hadn’t heard anyone coming up and when I looked discretely up it was obvious that the cigarette was in the hands of a large man. " So what does that have to do with you?"Heather looked at him crossly. "I told you several times already, I have to look after her when Mom's not home." Yeah, but I thought Tuesdays and Thursdays your Mom was home. Today's Thursday, so what gives?"Heather silently damned his selective memory. She was always frustrated with how he would never remember anything except what revolved around him. "I had to do stuff for Mom, okay?" Heather said loudly, hoping her tone would deter him from further. All I could do was run my fingers through her hair and down her gorgeous, naked back. She slid her right leg across the top of my right thigh, my legs fell open as she slipped her leg between mine so that the top of her thigh nuzzled against the lips of my vagina, and, raising my right leg slightly, I felt the delicious sensation of the warm, soft, moist lips of her cunt against the top of my own thigh as she straddled it.“You are a very lucky guy John.”Carla breathed these words softly whilst. And whatever will keep you alive." His words certainly made sense and I was finally glad for the hours of repetition Rommer had forced upon me as well as the bruises I'd so often suffered at his hand in our mock combats.As we approached the town, I heard the men talking excitedly and Morad explained to me that The Swallow was clearly open and doing business. In minutes I found myself seated at a table out of the gloomy night with a tankard of ale in my hand, Gosl safe and stabled with the rest.