Over those four years, despite all that happened between them at college, Jill and Charlotte became good friends. Jill saw the loving and selfless way...that Charlotte looked after Callan’s mum and it acted as the catalyst to finally make her see Charlotte in a new light. The history and the pain were still there, but every week my wife was confronted with a very different Charlotte from the one who had hurt her so badly.Jill’s own parents were in a similar situation, and as they lived five hours. That evening she decided to visit a local pub to get an idea of the atmosphere of a British public house and maybe meet an Earth Male. She,d now changed into a boob tube top and even tighter jeans she felt comfortable in with tight boots on her feet. She certainly got a lot of admiring looks from a number of single males, even a few females as she sat on a bar stool and drank a pint of draft beer. “Hi Darling! Are you looking for some company!?” a hard looking male addressed her. “Not really,. You're beautiful."She drops to her knees and opens his pants. She pulls them down. He kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. She kisses his stomach and sticks her tongue in his navel. She takes the waist band of his boxers and pulls down. His rock hard cock pops out in front of her face."Oh my god, baby. What a beautiful cock. It's so big and thick." Hold it, baby. Feel how hard I am for you. Look at what's going in your hot pussy."She holds it with both hands and kisses the head. She. God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent’s trim white ass, just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained, her trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table. Becky’s soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enf***ed posture. Becky’s legs.