He could see the petite girl coming down the road, and she couldn't see him. A few drunk football fans had wandered past earlier, still talking about ...some penalty miss and stumbling into the highway. Clearly 1990 was not to be England's year either but he was not worrying about football, he was concerned about the beautiful barmaid who had served him the day before and whose movements he had followed.He scanned the road again. It was a busy road out of Bromsgrove, as it went towards. Itwas hard to see, but if he stood at his side it was obvious. There wasdefinitely slight swelling around his nipples. That wasn't all. Hiships, which were exposed thanks to his drooping pants, were equallyswollen. At the same time his waist looked astounding thin; almost as ifit were concave. Shrugging all of that off as mere coincidence, Claytontrudged back to his bed. He needed more sleep; he felt positive aboutthat.Day Twenty-One:It had been a long wait to see Rose, but Clayton wasn't. So I asked her are you married, she told yes, newly married & she is planning to get her hubby here. So I asked her what the problem is. She told about her problems & I told her I can assist her. With this she took the x-ray on the other angle of my leg & told me to dress up. As I was about to put my pants, she came close to me & gave a piece of paper to call her. I took the papers & told her I will give her a call in 3 days to collect the x-ray. She told what, she asked me to wait out side &. . I want your cock inside me", she said.My cock was so hard. I wanted to spread her legs right there but I still had some semblance of reason. I reached behind and pulled her skirt up and grabbed her ass flesh with both hands. She reached down and rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. I reached a little further with my right middle finger and found her asshole. I probed her hole with the tip of my finger. She squealed and squirmed with my probing and her kissing became more intense. "We.