A few days later, my friend Abi came around for her 'weekly milking' (as she called it), and it was around this time that I suspected that she had a b...ack boyfriend. She put the video of Marcus on the TV and gave me a running commentary on it, which gave me another raging hard-on; part of Abi's charm is that she is extremely sexually attractive and she's a ginge - I don't care what you say, gingers have the best sex-drives; please, if you're a ginger, confirm this as we all know it (both men. One of the girls would jerk her taut ass up, presenting her asshole and cunt for him. That was when he was happiest, licking his tongue down into the girl's tight, hairless split. He would move his tongue in and out, in and out of her pussy until she cried out with that tell tale "ooooooooooh" that had attracted Jackie's attention in the first place."You gonna let him fuck you?" Claudia, the redhead, asked, laughing lightly as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for the German. "And so I told her about marriage and how two people can go together and then fall apart and one of them doesn't know it. And how empty and heart-rending it can be, trying too hard to find a mate."And the last one was over a year ago?" she asked. Her expression was intent."Yes," I said. "I've gone out to eat with a couple of ladies I work with, but that's it, just out to eat." No, uh, prospects?" she looked at me with a little bit of intensity. "But you like women, huh?" Of course," I said. "I. Not Telegraph. That’s one of those streets that, you take a right turn and the name changes to Delaware. So, it’s down to Alpine, Princeton and Christina. You know ... the more times I say it ... you’re right, that would be a wonderful name for our own daughter, Christina Caroline Chelsea O’Hara. Now there’s a name, Caroline, my Sweet Caroline.”“So far, tomorrow, we’re going to Stanford, to get your records, including a transcript, then off to Stockton to check out these three homes, look at.