The lights of the city were already beginning to glow. It proved to be a beautiful sight."Thank you, Clint," Anna said. "You are truly my prince." And... you are truly a princess," I replied, wondering if she had caught the slight change in the wording.I think she was so caught up in the moment that the little slip went right over her head. We turned and continued up the stairs and to our room. It was time to consummate our marriage.What do you expect me to say? Do you think I will list all the. She used her tongue to trace from my ankle up to the base of my boxers, her hand rubbing my bulge through the fabric. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt her warm mouth engulf the tip of my cock through the fabric, her teasing almost too much. Her own lust overcame her as she removed her mouth and pulled my boxers down, revealing my hardened cock to her. “I need you nice and hard baby, so you can fuck me so good like you always do!” She leaned down, the warmth of her. It turned out to be a bottle of Glenmorangie, which was fine by me. In a sense, it was only now that I was able to look at my drinking companion. I had obviously looked at her before, and seen a young woman, of medium height, pretty in a serious sort of way, wearing a rather severe business suit and a demure white blouse. Now, as she took off her jacket, kicked off her shoes and relaxed, I could see that she wasn’t as serious as I had thought, and prettier. She also had great legs, and curve. I couldn't be arsed sowering or shaving & I weren't all that grubby so I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans & a clean(ish) t-shirt,picked up me wallet & mobile & headed out.I nipped in the newsagents & bought me usual fags & then set off into town.Weren't planning on buying owt...just a bit of window shopping & perving the young chavs & scallies who roamed round the town centre.Yeah,I've got a thing for them.Seeing them with their cocky,arrogant faces & their hands shoved down their trackies.