I went back to check on the gloryhole. I noticed the door was closed. In one stall and I go in the stall I was in earlier. I sit down and can see the ...uy sitting down hard as fuck rubbing his cock. It was long but skinny. Probably 8 inches. He slides a paper through the whole he had waiting. This isnt his first time here. “Suck dick?” it read. I muster out a “Yup” in a low voice in a effort to mask my identity. He stands up and pushes into the hole all the way. I reach out and wrap my hand. He has conquered me utterly. I cannot imagine how I could have withstood my dull life in London's upper circles, smiling at people I hated and putting on airs as though I was better than anyone else. Here I run naked on the beach and swim with my c***dren. I teach them to handle swords and pistols, to hunt the tasty wild boar so plentiful on this island, to grow delicious vegetables and exotic legumes. We eat better than most kings, and though we must work hard to survive and earn our food, we. --Cassie’s birthday, November 15th.-I had my birthday presents, and I was going out for dinner with my mom and my close friends. But I still wasn’t happy. George hadn’t texted or called me to tell me happy birthday. He knew my birthday by heart. Did he just not care? I was sitting at our table completely zoned out, trying to seem happy. I just kept drifting off into thoughts of George. As I was remembering what he felt like in my hand, what it felt like to be held at night by a man I was. And just like Sundays long ago, it was good old mom who ended up with stacking the dishes into the dishwasher. I felt wonderful and was listening to her chatter and didn't even notice when she stopped talking. Then I did and knew she was watching me."So you found it. And it still fits." Just. Feels a bit tight. I think it shrank a little." Uhm. Of course it did. God you look hot in that."She stood behind me and I stood still as her lips brushed over my neck, and then her hand was on my ass and.