From this distance it looked intact. The fires hadn’t destroyed the stucco-covered stone façade. It was only by looking more closely that Ally coul... see the blank stares of the glassless windows, which, in several places, no longer opened onto a roof-covered interior. She had purposely stopped here to look at the castle, and to squint her eyes in doing so. She could only take the ruination of it in degrees. They called it the castle, although it did have a name—Banffy. And it wasn’t really a. Yes, he would be a guy I would fuck, she thought.Later that night she put on a pair of shorts that hugged her ass and a white tank top with no bra. She knew her nipples were easily visible and her ass cheeks were peeking out. She paraded by him and she could feel his eyes follow every move that she made. Then her mom walked in and looked at her. She held up her hand and with one finger told Lydia it was time for a talk.“Lydia, you need to put on some clothes. You have a boy here now and you. “I have to admit, I love sneaking away like this to see you. I just hope we don’t get caught.” She giggled and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Me too,” she agreed. “Sometimes I feel bad about it, though. Then again, maybe there’s time for you make me cum again before we have to get back?” He grinned. “Do you ever feel bad about this?” he asked. “About it being i****t, I mean?” She laughed heartily. “Fuck no,” she said earnestly. “The only thing that bothers me is that we can’t be together all. ‘No thanks, water will do’ he replies. She keeps forgetting he doesn’t drink. That is so foreign to her. She has had a two bottle a night habit for a long time now. The smell of weed smoke fills the air and to her surprise Dirty partakes in the sport of smoking. This makes everything okay. She drinks alone most times so she isn’t too bummed out when her friends don’t drink. She just has to keep reminding herself to stop offering them drinks when she goes to refill her glass. Her apartment is.