I got out and went into the station shop and bought some mineral water and a bag of sweets.By the time I got out of the shop the car was parked at the...side with Joe smoking a cigarette and talking to a young man who just arrived on a mopped scooter. As I walked across the forecourt the young man turned towards me and smiled, 'Hello', he said, and I replied in similar salutation.'Who is this Joe', I asked, opening my bottle and taking a drink. 'This is Billy', said Joe with a broad smile on his. There aren’t really that many cases of trauma-induced memory loss. Most of what people know about it is speculative or outright fiction. Looking at it from this side of the equation, we think how terrible it would be to lose our memories and how much we’d miss them. But maybe from your side it doesn’t seem so bad because you don’t know what you’re missing. I’ll let you know if I find anything else.”“Thanks, Doc.”“I’m going to release you. I understand you’ll be staying at the Panzas’ house.. My head flooded with stolen views from the past of her fucking him, riding his cock to her orgasm(s). She loves being on top, his cock the perfect fit and length to get her off. Riding is something her and I just don’t do anymore. My prick doesn’t do what Mark’s can, something she’s admitted more recently. That Thursday morning, the last time we had sex I offered her the position of being on top. My wife politely declined. Slapping sounds of fucking was now apparent.“Oh, you’re deep,” My. " She whined. Henry responded with mock irritation. "Oh, I see! It’s okay if I eat your pussy, but you don’t want to return the favor and suck me off." "No, no! I’ll try. Just give me a little time." Very tentatively, Tasha took Henry’s cock into her hand and slowly stroked it. When she saw a drop of precum appear on its head, she stuck out her tongue and touched the head of Henry’s cock. She got her first taste of precum. She decided it wasn’t too bad. She opened her mouth and took the head.