I wanted her so badly. Now. Before it was too late. "Please, please," I almost growled into her ear, trying to get it out before I was lost to my desi...re. "Please don't let this ruin anything. Please tell me. Anything. If I go too far." I felt incoherent. "This feels too good. My mind is going...."She pushed away from me enough to look into my eyes. I quickly turned to hide whatever had just happened to me, but Thuy simply said, "Then let it go."I pulled her face to mine and our lips met. Oh,. “Welcome to The Rock, my dear Thomas! Please tell me that you’ll accept my hospitality!”“Of course I shall! I have only the best memories of your house.”“I bet you do!” Florence smiled, replacing Angela’s arms with her own as she hugged him violently. “But I also owe so much to you.”“Are you well, Florence, or should I say Mrs. Fielding?”She smiled. “I have never been better. And no, Colonel Fielding did not propose marriage. Not that I feel sorry.”“Any news from your mother?”“She is fine.. Sara never married the man who impregnated her, according to her, he was just a cock in a hole in a wall, a 'Gloryhole Father'.I sat a little dumbfounded at her expression, 'You do know what a Gloryhole is Mariel', she said a little exasperated.'Yes', I retorted, 'but you're a beautiful woman, why'? Turns out Sara was a closet back-door girl who frequented places with known 'Glory-holes', 'I like to blow men', she said, 'I think you learn more about a guy when his dick is in your mouth'.Maybe. The rat trap on her nipples was unexpected too. By now our pricks were hardening and the discomfort was enough to remind us to exercise as much control as we could muster.She said hanging waiting to see her present was a “cool period” and her heart rate had nearly returned when we arrived with the horse which she described as wonderfully fiendish and thanked me with a kiss. She said it needed stirrups to be just a little more “comfortable” and a more conventional seat with perhaps a sybian as.