He asked what I was going to do in Brownsville, I said visit a friend. He said he knew a good place to stay if I needed to. I said good to know. We sp...ke about useless things, and finally he asked about my girlfriend, I said I didn't have one. He said a young fella like you,I don't believe it. I said it's true. He told me about his lady friend and soon went into detail about the last night they were together. I have to admit it was juicy. As he explained how big her tits were and her big ass. I don’t know. Perhaps you can explain to me.’ Abigail had been in the process of taking a sip of her water and almost spit it out. Her face heated up as she blinked at Daniel. ‘Oh, it’s nothing, really.’ She forced a smile. ‘Just stuff. I just moved into a lovely apartment and organizing and the new job.’ Daniel’s big hand engulfed hers as he leaned in closer, eyes boring into hers. ‘Abby, if this is too much for you, just come back home.’ Abigail tried to pull her hand back but Daniel squeezed. I moved my lips against his, showing him how to kiss. He caught on quickly, even enthusiastically, groaning as we worked our mouths together, sharing our passion. I shivered, my nipples so hard, my pussy burning, soaking my panties.Then I brought tongues into it. I probed against his lips. He caught on, opening wide and meeting with his own tongue. I loved how bold he was getting. I moaned into the kiss, encouraging him. My hand stroking his thigh, his sliding up my side, coming closer and. Unfortunately a few months later my wife decided to get away from me too so now I had a house in the UK and one in Donegal, two grown up children who regarded anywhere not London as nowhere, a wife who preferred her Samba teacher and an old BSA A50 motorbike that didn’t go. I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at the door. Standing there was the most beautiful dark haired woman with an Irish Wolfhound for company.“Can I use you phone?.