"His face was smeared with her own cum juice. She gladly licked off every bit of it, and wondered at the strong, bitter-salt taste of her own womanhoo...d."Now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned.He looked down at her. She was incredibly beautiful. He hadn't been boasting when he said he had fucked thousands of women. And there had been plenty of real beauties, including movie stars, starlets, and internationally known supermodels. But this 18-year old had a face and a body that would match. Sarah had told him about the horse being Mr. Wallace’s and how Elizabeth and he would ride all over the place enjoying the day, and after his death, she had sold almost everything, including most of her land. Now what she had resembled a modern day small farm. Just enough to keep her fed, and a few critters taken care of. It was sad when one thought about it. He’d always heard that people out here took care of their neighbors, but from what he understood no one had tried except Sarah and her. “If your lips were longer, you could suck them.”“If my lips were that long, they’d hang down to my knees,” he laughed.“Like your gorgeous cock,” she giggled. She reached between her legs and cupped his balls and pressed them against her ass. “Libby’s tits look like they’re a little bigger than mine. Are her nipples as fat as mine?”He pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Yep, at least.”She laid her leg over his hip and scrunched her ass closer to his groin. “Fat nipples. By the time this was over, she would surely succumb to the mother and father of all nervous collapses!"Hello Veronica my dear!"From now on things become interesting! You will walk out of the restaurant after first publicly bestowing a grateful good night kiss on the welcoming lips of the good Mr Spiro, and walk across the road, (being careful not to cause a traffic accident!) to the North London Line Station called Dalston Kingsland. Catch a train going in the direction of Richmond, but do not.