I could feel her sweet juices roll down to my hands on her ass, so I moved my index finger up to her sweet rose bud and started to finger her asshole....At first she was a little hesitant, but shortly was cumming all over my dick again and again. Once she came down from her orgasim, she told me she needed a little break and told me to go get her a soda. When I came back, she was in the bathroom, so I set it on her night stand and layed under the covers waiting for her to come out so I could get. She looked down on to the alleyway below.Her flat was just behind the market square of the small, semi rural town. It was the sort of place that the tourism board would describe as a ‘quintessential, English market town’. She could see suited men scuttling off to work, Range Rovers and Nissans sweeping around the central square taking their owners to important business meetings. Shop owners - the market square was dominated by small tea shops and the kind of quaint trinket shops that looked. . She came in and saw the rum quarter bottle and woke me up and asked me if I had a party yesterday night and by that time my 2 roommates were asleep again… Basically this was winter season… So they were from head till foot in the blanket…So just I was speaking with here… Our quarter bottle was left and was kept in the window.. Just by seeing it she asked me weather she can have a pack… I just nodded my head and she took the bottle and without dilution she started drinking directly from the. Josh?”“Huh?” I muttered, suddenly recovering enough to avert my eyes. “Oh, yeah – fun.”She fixed me with a curious expression that was a mix of bemusement and realization. “Come on in, Josh. Let’s get into some dry clothes.”I followed her in and went to my room. I contemplated tossing off a quick one, but I realized it wouldn’t do anything to help my cock go down – it’d be right back up again with its youthful resilience.I came back to the living room to find her back in her own clothes.