It was uncomfortable. There were bugs. She could list a million reasons why she hated it. The one thing she loved was Quinn. So to keep him happy, she...would go. Scott was Quinn’s best friend. They grew up together, so in many instances they were very alike. Except that is, for their taste in women. Scott was the typical male slut. He must have had 10 girlfriend, since Kat met him 2 years ago. His latest, Raven, was a girl he had met at a local night club. She seemed nice enough, a bit wild, but. We sat talking and he suddenly said “You remember that gay guy you were friendly with here, well after you left work him some 6 weeks ago, he never returned to work and just afterwards we had a phone call from Dr X to say you had been in car crash in Scotland and they would keep you until your memory was fully functional again.Strange this was my phone was fully charged and when I switched it on there was only one message from a guy called Charles (No idea who it was) that simply read “Hope you. He couldn't last, came two times over 30 minutes. They took a break, he spent the night with her, made love several more times. In the morning she told Jerome her best girlfriend is arriving, she is ovulating as well and wants a black baby. He loved that, instantly became hard again and slid inside to delivery another load. She held him tight and asked him if he wanted a boy or girl? Black or white baby? Any favorite baby names? Then she said oh, I'm 48, how old are you? He said 22. She smiled. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could.