I should be with you by midnight. Don't wait up, will you?"Half relieved to hear him, half cross he would be so late, she just said, "Take care, Tom,"...before hanging up. She covered the bowls of salad, made herself some tea and sat down with her guitar, a tune running through her head, words coming, unbidden, to fit it. Words written in the nineteenth century by Elizabeth Barrett Browning;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach,. Both of us out of relationships that had taken a toll on us. His girlfriend, to “save” their relationship and take it to the “next level”, had pretended to be pregnant, and then dumped him when she realized he wasn’t rich enough for her to really want to marry. My boyfriend of five years had cheated on me for two of those. So there we were, miserably single, at a party where everyone else was happy-happy-happy.“so, when are you planning to leave?” Nikhil asked as we danced together.“I’m staying. He'd insisted on that bit because he loathed my father and wanted to make sure he could never raise a mortgage on it."I think my grandfather was a very wise man," I laughed, and she told me how over the years she'd lied to dad about it and told him she didn't have the deeds."So how much do you reckon it's worth on the open market?" Well remember when that young couple moved in two doors away, last year?"I chuckled as I remembered how the man had offered dad a job on the road gangs with him, the. I was nearing my own climax myself, so I pulled out of her. She asked me to come up on the bed, and once again, imprisoned my cock in her now sweaty but still awesome cleavage. I moaned out loudly and came as hard as possible. I gasped, and closed my eyes for a few seconds. Most of the come landed in her open mouth. Some spewed elsewhere. I opened my eyes again and looked down, and saw her slowly picking up the come on her breasts with her finger and licking it off. She caught my eye and.