"Where's Benny?" I asked."Benny's on vacation," he replied, his eyes trying to scan back to the bimbo barmaids. I would not let them."Call him now!" I...ordered."He would not want to be disturbed."I sighed. "Typical Benny," I thought and looked at the man earnestly. "Who's in charge in Benny's absence?" I said, as I felt the "Titled Trollop" stroking my John Thomas through my britches."Mike. He's kind of new. He's some hotshot college kid..." I don't need his life story. Just get him for me." Who. I had nothing to lose by just going to have a look, so next morning I took the 40 minute train ride.Coming out of Hertown station I was nervous. I felt as though all eyes were upon me. I felt guilty, maybe I even looked guilty.Number 44, 42, 40, 38 - her office was no 22. I crossed over to the far side of the pedestrianised street and glanced across at 22. And there she was! She was standing in the estate agents office with her back to the window talking to a man. Blonde hair, black dress,. Passion was not a term I would call it, but I clumsily grasped at her shirt and pulled out one of her perfect tits and began to lick and suck on it.I could feel her hand wander down and grab onto my rock hard cock in my boxers. For the next hour we kissed and licked but nothing besides titty play and grouping went down. She knew she had to get back to her bed before the parents woke up so with a last kiss she slipped out. I had never been so horny in my life.The next morning when I awoke, my. I’ve been waiting…. like my whole life for someone to love… hell even _like_ me. It’s lonely, and I don’t want to live like that anymore. I love Jahn, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share him with than you.’ Holding up her hand, eyes filled with determination, she slid the ring onto her finger. Desperately, Jahn reached out with, ‘We’ve made it this far, Fiona, past family and the obstacles that matter. The rest is love and commitment. Am I wrong? Don’t you feel the same? Or is living.