For those of you who don't care, go fetch a box of tissues, you're gonna need 'em.It hadn't been much of a phone conversation really. I apologized for...my conduct the night before, Maggie told me I ought to, but I noted that she had not verbally accepted it. I was kind of awkward for a moment or two and then I suggested that I come over and apologize in person."Thanks!" Maggie said sharply, and then softened the tone of her voice. "Oh, that doesn't matter," her voice changed, it was now a lovely. We made eye contact, and that continued as a cat and mouse game. In spite of her youth, she clearly embraced her sexuality. When making another eye contact, it was more prolonged. I was palpitating, and my mouth was dry. I parted my lips to lick them, and she apparently took it as a commentary of desire, for she smiled - licked her lips - and pointed down to her nether regions. Her face went from a smile to a non-verbal question, as if to say "Is this why you are staring?"I took a chance that. Pulling out a small bag of coke, laying it out on the table, I began to break it out in lines, and snorted a full package. The instant high allowed me to get a raging hard-on. I was willing and ready for her. Time, blow, and alcohol flew by until she entered the room. Allowing myself to be a gentleman, I told her to get on her knees immediately. She looked at me and just smiled, then did as I said. I dropped her two hundred dollar bills, one for each knee, as I didn’t want her to be on bare. He was a lot noisier than she but still both had good orgasms. Lauren announced her climax by reverting to her native Afrikaans, something that always happened with good cum.Lauren withdrew the dildo from her pussy and licked it clean, she carefully put it under her pillow and rolled over. Sleep came easily, it had been a long tiring week.Lauren had been in London for a couple of months and had settled among the expatriate South African community in Raynes Park, a leafy suburb in the south of.