He's just sitting there laughing and I ask what was so funny. All he could say was that I was the kinkiest person he's ever had the pleasure of meetin...g.We laughed for a bit and laid there until he got up and started to get dressed. As he was dressing he asked if I would be home next week and I told him that I wouldn't. He looked a little sad but I told him that I couldn't stay home again in that short of a time period but that I would leave him a note on my slider giving him a week's notice the. Let’s start at how Donna and I met. I, Carl Allen, was a junior in high school Geometry class. She was the new kid in school, and I was something of a math whiz. I fell in love with her accent. Donna was a Polish refugee from Gdansk, before the fall of the iron curtain. It was September of 1965. Donna, who was otherwise very smart, could not grasp some of the geometric concepts, and the teacher asked me to tutor her.I was meeting her at her house after school, doing strictly tutoring all that. She moaned as I cupped her lips and pressed my palm into her clit. As I did this she started to press hard onto my palm, breathing harder and harder. I moved my palm slightly as she ground herself onto it as I squeezed her lips. after a short while I felt her legs start to quiver and she let out a whimper and moan as she came soaking my hand.As the quivering in her legs subsided I released her arms and they dropped to her side. I held her shoulders and kissed her on the mouth again. As I. I’ll see you tonight.”She ends the conversation and the phone goes dead.I watch the clock crawl interminably slowly towards 8 pm.I shower and sit in the white fluffy dressing gown the hotel provided. I wonder how many of these are stolen. I glance at the notice that was attached to the gown’s hanger and smirk. “You are free to purchase this gown upon checkout. If you decide to steal it, a charge of £50 will be added to your bill.” I pour a whiskey from the mini-bar. Neat, no ice. It’s a.