“Oh ja Emiel,” she mutters through clenched trembling lips, “you like fuck my arse? You wan’ come in arse?” She senses that he is close, and... is pleased: this may earn her an extra couple of guilders.But then: she hears it first, of course, and freezes. That little squeak from inside the upstairs window: not crying, barely even mewling, just a little treble cracking sound which no one but herself would recognise. But she knows, and now her breasts begin to leak. The brutal pounding at her anus. ” I asked softly. “Um, not at all sir.” She replied gesturing me to come in. “Good evening, Captain David Morgan maam, pleasure to meet you.” I said as I extended my hand to her. As she returned her hand, “Rayne Phillips, pleasure to meet you too.” We both got comfortable in the barely lit cabin as the train began to move. Soon the steady clank of the rails was all we could hear as the train proceeded north east toward Ipswich. We made some small talk but all the while, I was so. But anyway I should not digress, onwards with my story! I recently received a call from my long time friend Jody. Jody is a delightful woman, now of a ripe age of 71, I know her some 15 years or so; when we met she was married to a great guy, however unfortunately he passed away after a car accident. Jody was very lonely and has essentially remained quite to herself all this time. Jody was and is a very sexual woman and soon I learned that Jody was very active. I helped her out with the. You were going to sell the whole lot, just to get rid of him." She paused before she urgently added, "But he laughed. He seemed to take it well. But when the others turned up, he seemed to just disappear. I think some of the comments got a bit more pointed then. Sorry."I sighed, "OK, Myra. It was a genuine mistake. But a little more diplomacy next time, please."So, Peter Davies coming home wasn't planned. He was pissed off, probably suspecting that I was going to shake up his world. He should.