We said good bye to one another on the steps of Piccadilly Circus, promising we’d meet again in the morning at ten o’clock. I started work the nex... day at two and tomorrow would be Sandra’s last day. There would be no more opportunities. Everyone wasn’t carrying mobile phones back in that summer of two thousand, not like now. We would just have to trust one another. You know, put faith in the fact that the other would come. We would meet in the in the same place, on the same steps the next. "Let have some fun, take off my garter belt please," she requested adding, " I don't want the champagne buzz to go to waste!" I wondered to myself what effect alcohol would have on our intamacy. I soon found out as we got set to lie down..."I want you to nibble my nipples, lick my pussy and then Fuck Me with that hard dick of yours!" Well, there went her side of our agreement to not use slang terms, but that's OK by me. I started kissing her lips as she touseled my hair with one hand. She had been gone for quite some time, and so many things had changed. There was, however, one constant: His love for her had not changed, nor had hers for him. If anything, the bond between them was now stronger than it had ever been before."Welcome home, lover. We missed you so very much." Their glasses clinked slightly, and they both sipped the champagne lightly. They turned to each other; he looked deep into her soul, his eyes piercing her very existence. He felt a tightening in his throat,. When Jennifer was 16 she heard sometimes 2 or more people are bathed for convenience on occasions.. She was afraid this would happen to her again and she would be put in a bathroom with another woman. Or worse, a man. It is especially bad if its a younger boy. She just came out of puberty and having a younger boy see her would be really disturbing. One time a boy and a girl of 13 were bathing together and the girl rebelled only to end being spanked and crying, further humiliating her. The boy.