. I'll get my coat..."And so, when I got down to the slate works it was in the company of a very cheerful Rosie, who by that stage was hanging onto my... arm and giving me a quick run down on a guy – yeah, Karol, not Carol, Polish ancestry, apparently – who seemed to be some sort of walking sex god, at least in Rosie's eyes. And, I admitted to myself, silently, she did could probably claim to be something of an expert...Actually, by the time we'd walked down the road there was no sign of the. “Me too, love,” she said, kissing me again. My hands caressed her side. “I’ve wanted this to happen since we first met,” she whispered. “It just took me a long time to admit it to myself.” I put my finger to her lips. There was so much we both wanted to say, but at the moment, words weren’t needed. I kissed her again, then rolled over pulling her on top of me. Her hair fell into her face as she looked down on me. I reached for her breasts, then slid my hands. She got on the bed on all fours, and reached around and took out the butt plug. There was no way it had prepared her for my cock ploughing her ass. She got the bigger butt plug put some lube on it and slowly inserted that past her sphincter. She played around with it, obviously getting her sphincter ready for anal invasion. Despite myself I found I was getting a grudging respect for Mandy the bimbo. She took this shit seriously. She continued to play with the bigger butt plug, stretching her. Of course, she's also great in bed. You wouldn't date a girl that wasn't. When she had left on her trip, you knew you were going to miss sex with her. It would be the longest time since you started dating that you wouldn't be with each other. Just as you had feared, the last few days with her had been hell. Now, with prospect of her being gone for a few more days, you were thinking that you would go crazy.You slide one of your favorite porn movies into the DVD player, and prepare for another.