“In your dreams!” she said, “Look moron I’m dumping you.”
“Dumping me?” I queried. xxx 18 “Really?” I asked. “And no brain.” she stated. “Shift starts at twelve, twelve till eight,” she said. “You are joking?” she queried. “So where else do you want to do it,” I asked, “The bathroom, Hyde park?”
“A row boat,” she said, “In a van on the motorway, up a tree anywhere but a Premier Inn or your bedroom.”
My cock was nuzzling her pussy lips, “You know what I want?” I asked. “So give me a ring when you have some tickets,” she said wistfully, “I always wondered what it’s like fucking on a sail boat when the waves are making it rock, or in a tent on a mountain.”
“I don’t care where I am when I’m fucking you,” I replied.
