‘Okay then. Welcome aboard,’ Altman said, standing up and offering his hand. ‘Till then Nicky. Is that short for Nicholas?’ ‘Yes sir,’ I ...replied. ‘And Rosie?’ ‘It’s really Georges sir. French,’ said Rosie, ‘but Rosie’s a play on my surname the first part being Roz which in English is Rose.’ ‘Well seeing as you seem to dress the way you are, we’ll keep it to Rosie and Nicky. Thanks for coming and agreeing to be my chefs.’ We shook hands with both him and Thomas before leaving the suite and. How the hell are you John? Long time-no see. We heard you were dating an Amish woman, is that true?’ asked an old friend. ‘She wasn’t Amish and not quite a Mennonite. It’s over now so I have come to drown my sorrows.’ I sat on a bar stool and was about to order a drink when I heard a familiar voice. ‘Hi stranger, long time no see.’ I looked up and couldn’t believe it was Sandy. ‘What…how…when…why are you here?’ Nothing came out right. I was lost for words. **** Sandy, now she is another story.. ” He was still dressed, which was driving her insane. He splits her legs and forces his face to her pussy quickly getting her turned on, Becky says, “Mark! Fuck me already!” He rises up, she had reverted quickly, she says, “I fucking hate you right now! Please!” Mark goes back down eating her again, she moans out as loud as she could. He eats her for another 20 minutes till she cums hard. Becky says, “Fuck me already!” He rises from her and just stands there. Becky was truly loosing her mind. She groaned. Sandra had always found Alex teasingly attractive, actually hot. Her red hair hung to the middle of her back, straight as a flat iron. Her legs were perfectly shaped with no hair on any part of her lower body. She was built angelically, beautifully. The fantasies of her nightmares, and wet dreams. She just wanted to taste that heavenly scent she always smelled when she walked in the room after Alex’s night of sex. She sighed and turned back to her book, well halfway. She couldn’t.