” And so it was, after work on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, Faith came to drive onto the forecourt of the garage. The mechanic was called Derek, and... he was an old friend of her uncle’s. He’d reluctantly agreed to look at it and at least diagnose it for free, so the young girl could decide if she could afford to fix it. Her part time job at the local supermarket inbetween her studies didn’t pay much and anything over £50 would see her going without food this week. She’d not met Derek before, but. This story is about one of those times.My ex-hubby is a touring musician. He is a sexy physical specimen. Like I already mentioned, his cock was superb. As a musician, when on the road, I am aware that he enjoyed time with other ladies. I was realistic to that fact. But when he was home, he was all mine. Sexually, we took advantage of our time together.After a short tour, he was due home and I was really horny!!! I was super excited to know that I would soon be getting some hard cock. I heard. She was just about to wow them with the money shot when the hypnotic party flow abruptly turned deathly silent.“Ohhhh...” she moaned, voicing her disappointment in unison with the others. “It was just getting fun,” she gently grumbled.“Sorry, sorry, sorry...” Paul slurred as he began staggering around aimlessly, hoping to accomplish God knows what. She knew he’d been drinking as much as any of them, but she liked to think that the sight of her tits also had a hand in making him so. " Ok, good boy. Then give me your address and telephone number. Well, no. Show me your College ID card. I can surely copy your true address and telephone number." I would be able to say i did not take the id card and give her false address and telephone number. But I did not do so. I don`t know why. Just I could not resist.Noriko wrote my address and telephone number down on her notebook, then smile again. "You are mine Nory. If I get pregnant, you must marry me. ok? You have to be.