I stood on my knees and took hold of both the ass and kissed them she was standing there as if nothing was going on.I was kissing her ass pressing it ...and smelling it. I wanted to kiss her pussy as well. I asked her to bend and she bent on the wall. I was behind her and kissed her pussy lips from back. She let out a sound hmmm I kissed it again holding her skirt up. She like it and asked me make it fast I have to go plzzzzzz. I sat on the cement brick I brought and lifted her skirt and asked her. ”Chapter 3I knew Carrie had an appointment at 11am, so I didn’t want to bother her, but did send her a text, after I got up and said good morning and Ilove you. She replied instantly to it, saying she was about to shower and get ready and she loved me too.I was pretty proud of myself. I dusted and swept the whole house. Not that I am a slob, but those are two jobs I really don’t enjoy doing. Hell, living alone and never having people over, except for my sister, afforded me the luxury of not. Anyway the time had come that we had to leave for Scotland to explore this part of the UK.We set of to catch the train and got there just as the train arrived. We found two nice seats with a table in front of us so that we could put our sandwiches and laptops on and do what ever we wanted to for the long journey ahead.The train moved off exactly on time and we settled down with our books and papers to read as we watched the country side dash by.We chatted about how nice it was going to be,. Sometimes they were called clubs and when they were posh and had entertainment at night they were called night clubs. The carriage trade had its pick of the swank drinking resorts, places where all that was needed was the proper password and the price. The night-life crowd wanted entertainment with their drinking and the better speakeasies featured women torch singers and piano players and sometimes an orchestra and chorus girls and the best solo and duet dancers in town.Rita Marascho was still.