She tilted her head up, allowing me to see her black and blue left eye. The running mascara mixed with the clear bruise from a punch only extenuated t...he sadness in her eyes. “Jess! What happened?!” “My dad,” she mumbled. “Got really mad when I told him about the trip.” I clenched my hands into a fist and began heading towards the door. While it was just a bruised eye, a thing I had suffered a hundred times without any extravagant pain or worry, I was now becoming hysterical. It wasn’t so much. We lay there for ages, just cuddling, holding each other and gently caressing each other’s body. Our breathes calmed down, and it almost felt like our hearts were beating in tune. “What happens now?” I hesitantly whispered. “I don’t want to lose you,” Cordelia whispered back after a minute. “I need to find a job.” I did, and I wasn’t sure I could go back to teaching at all. “About that - you know my dad’s got a big company. I was thinking…” “What? Me working at an investment firm?” I had to. Hands and mouths all over each others bodies, you begin your march down my body to taste the luscious wetness that has soaked your hand. Lifting my leg and placing my foot on the tire, you kneel to take my pussy with your mouth and fingers. Licking and sucking my swollen clit into your mouth, you feel my hands in your hair, pushing you into my juiciness. Continuing your assault on my clit and sliding a finger into my pussy, you can't help but smile as the instant first orgasm pours out onto. Even in the UK where he was from, he told me he had several girlfriends on the go at any one time, been divorced twice and was in his early forties. But he comes to Phuket three to four times a year, because the amount and choice of girls was no comparison to the boring old UK as he called it.Now his other issue, which I never agreed with was, he’d always pretend he was looking for a nice girlfriend and told them he wanted to get married and build a house in Thailand ... Buy a car, have a.