Lips collided in an impassioned, kiss-hungry duel of lust and love. The young woman could taste the tangy musk of her own female juices on the man’s...wet mouth. Without taking her lips from his, Katie’s hands reached for the snaps on Clint’s cowboy shirt. This girl’s shirt removal task was complicated by a pair of tit-grabbing hands which were kneading, bouncing, and playing with her dangling breasts. Finally, Katie had the shirt completely unsnapped. She stripped the garment off and revealed. Past memories continually chase me around this house. Like the pigeons in Trafalgar Square they were everywhere. If I fed them, they'd clamber all over me, flap about and peck at my thoughts, and if I kick out at them, they'd reappear under my feet trying to trip me up. My parents separated when I was ten. My mum confessing to a lover and a drink problem. Soon after that she headed south to Memphis, leaving me and dad in the Capital city. My father, all indignant and pious fought her in the. ” I bloody near came at the same time but clever girl just squeezed and giggled “not yet”Rosie continued “I just sat there my skirt around my waist my legs laying open and just gasping for breath I could feel him moving about and he asked if I was ok I just nodded I didn’t know what to say it’s not easy starting a conversation after that” “after a couple of minutes he was sitting there with his cock in his hand he was touching my leg and stroking his cock at the same time he took my hand and. The bottle was empty and he was tired. There was an impressive list on the plus side of his personal ledger, certainly enough to keep him from putting a 230 grain hollow point, ‘flying ashtray’ through his brain. On the negative side just a few words: No life, no love—no one. The damned travel and constant relocation even precluded a damn dog. Love…had he ever been in love? Certainly not with his former wife, love had had nothing to do with that fucked up relationship. There had been a girl.