"This has to be the place Celia meant," said Jerry, after we had walkeda short distance along the road. "There isn't another pub near enough.Come on."...Jerry opened the pub door, and motioned me inside.I instantly understood why Celia had recommended it to us. The pub waswhat my dad would have called a "shit hole"; threadbare carpets, peelingwallpaper, torn seats, and an all-pervading stink of stale beer andurine. A chorus of drunken wolf-whistles greeted me as I walked in.Celia had simply. “ Hope you like my cozzy” she shouted as she started down the stairs.I was waiting like a k** at Christmas for her to enter our living room.As her theme for the fancy dress party she had chosen : Little red riding hood.But not any version of her that I had ever seen or certainly not one from any books!“What you think?” she asked me. “Do you think they will like it? Sexy enough?”My mouth was open, my jaw almost on the floor and my eyes doing that cartoon eye popping thing so often seen!She. I was truly scared. "Forty-five for being late. And ten more for getting my floors wet!" he said and took his arm away from my waist and shoved me forward by my hair."Take off those shorts, and get on the bed." he yelled at me.I nodded and did exactly what he said, I slid off my shorts onto the floor and climbed up on his bed and laid down on my stomach. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my ass gently."Too bad these are going to be so red, and bruised." he pulled his hand. " he observes as his eager cock presses and rubs against the back of L's thighs. He slides one hand between her thighs, and instantly feels how wet she is, her pussy practically dripping in anticipation. "She does get incredibly wet" he thought to himself, "it's one of the many things I love about her, and it tastes so good too". At the thought of the taste of L's pussy, J's cock pulses and stiffens even more. Placing his hands on her cheeks, J gently pushes her forward and spreads her cheeks,.