"Are you all right, mister?"Startled, Harry opened his eyes, to see a young girl sitting opposite him. "Yes, yes. I'm fine, thank you. Just passing th...ughts."If only she knew what those thoughts had been. Probably think him a dirty old man. Well, wasn't he? Pursuing memories like these.“The next station will be Barsea. Alight here for the beach and promenade.”Here it came. The most precious recall, yet it could be the most hurtful. Old Harry closed his eyes. 'Just those early weeks, please.'. “Yes” they agreed, “very good but I’d like to have fucked her when she was I bit more ‘with it’. I’d love those lips round my cock. I bet she’s a horny little bitch,”.“You don’t know the half of it,” I replied “It’s a pity Terry and Mike couldn’t make it”When she finally awoke at about 10 o’clock, still on the sofa, she looked rough.“God my head and my cunt are aching, I must have been totally gutted last night!”I pulled back the blanket and she saw her tits which were covered in bites. She. I thought I loved her."I feel really light headed, Jordan.." Char said, a little drowsy."Come on, Char, I'll take you to a bedroom upstairs. You'll be okay." I said, as I kissed the top of her head. She looked at me. Her blue-green eyes penetrated my soul. She was, gorgeous, in all essence of the word. Her lips, at that second, were red, full and glistening. She looked deep into my eyes, as I looked into hers. She licked her lips, as she moved closer to me. I had never wanted her more. She. She was very hot, and a little drunk. She lived about a half hour away and directed me every step of the way. She did soon loosen up and we talked a bit. She told me that she'd seen me a lot at the club, but that was about it. I did make it clear that the car was mine and that I did in fact have a pretty decent job. She directed me to a fairly upscale neighborhood and told me to park. I got the impression she probably still lived with her parents. When I asked which house was hers, she told me.