In my senior year, with Caroline gone, I had the opportunity to play the field, I didn't have any single girlfriend, it wasn't that I had ever made a ...conscious decision about it, but due to Caroline's praising of my prowess before leaving, I had become the escort of choice for some of the girls who preferred a discreet relationship without having to worry about getting tied down to one boyfriend, and then there were also the odd few who may have been between boyfriends.I think that there might. I’ve never moved far from base. Who knows, perhaps one day we’ll bump into each other. Might be a surprise for Veronica. Does she know about me? Or didn’t you discuss old flames? Okay, that’s it. I do hope you’ll reply soon. Love seeing your name pop up in my inbox. Take care, Petal (By the way, think I’m more butterfly wings now. Sorry if that’s rude xx) I read the message again - and for a third time. I relaxed back into my chair and pondered the contents. It was a sad message in many ways. " My Bull Stud push apart your whore's ass cheeks , so I can slid your hungry throbbing big dick into my whore ass." Mmmmm" , I roared as I entered her tight asshole. "Yes Daddy , fuck my. big white whore ass! " "Tell me your my naughty white married whore you horny insatiable slut ." Helene then moaned and repeated three times , "I'm your naughty white married whore Daddy !" On the last one I shouted out "I'm gonna cum deep in my naughty white whore's big ass!" So without further delay, I. I whispered to Carol, "want to taste Iris?" Carol nodded emphatically.Returning to the kitchen, I put together the tea tray. While I had seen Marie drink coffee, tea seemed to be her essential beverage. On a hunch, rather than the usual fruity Oolong, I brewed smoky Russian Caravan, with extra Lapsang Souchong. I didn't know if Carol had traditional Russian tea glasses in metal holders, but I poured, saying in my Boris Badonov accent, "Tea strong, like tail of alligator." I actually had spooned.