| At the response her words have elicited. Now beckoned, my cock begins to rise once more, sleepily springing from its tawny nest of hair. 'Oh yes,' Thu whispers admiringly. 'What a lover you are, my darling.' ***** Perhaps I am. Three hours have passed since we met in this anonymous room. A whole week - it has seemed like a year - has elapsed since our last liaison. We have already fucked, of course. Within a minute of my arrival I had pushed Thu up against the thin lathe and plaster wall. In a moment more, my pawing hands were under her skirt and inside her blouse, ... |