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Then she pulled her favourite varsity sweat shirt over her 34B breasts before getting her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She threaded the ponytail through the back of the Yankees baseball cap her nice ass father bought her, when he took her to the stadium last summer, and then looked at herself in the mirror before throwing herself face down on the bed and cursing all over again. "Stupid fucking time differences,” she muttered, staring at the blank screen of her smartphone, referring to the fact that most of her friends from college were still in their beds back in New York, while she was stuck in England, five hours ahead in time, but years behind in many other ways. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a Vintage Porn job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn’t accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job. Michelle was excited though, that she could actually take Chico with her, the family black lab mix, and Michelle’s best friend since she was 13, as his pet passport was all up to date. What Michelle hadn't counted on though, was that her Dad’s assignment was in a rural village, and not in the Hardcore Sex midst of the London rock and punk clubs that she was envisioning. The locals all talked funny and she couldn’t get over how damned quiet everything was in the countryside. At first, the quaint, little cottage seemed idyllic, nestled in a small hamlet, looking like something out of Camelot or Harry Potter. However, the reality set in that Big Tits there was one pub in town, full of old farmers and their strapping sons, who were as thick and dense as the cows they prattled on about. It had been three months since they had been in England and the glamour had worn off. Michelle was homesick and face-timed with her Mom whenever their schedules would jive with the time difference. If there was any saving grace about this God forsaken village, it was their neighbour Julie, who had been so kind to Micelle the month before. Julie thought that was Michelle walking down the country road, about two miles away from the cottage. As she slowed down to greet her, she noticed Michelle was dressed a lot nicer than for a walk down a country road, and her face was covered in tears. “Get FFM Sex in love,” Julie called to Michelle, “let me drive you the rest of the way home.” Michelle was angry and in no mood to talk with anyone, but her feet were killing her, from walking almost three miles in her nicest Kenneth Cole heels. “Thank you,” she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air. Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road. “Tell me what happened, dear,” Julie finally interjected, sensing the time was right to talk. “Even in England, men are jerks,” Michelle finally blurted out, blowing her nose into an overused tissue. Michelle went on to recount the particularly disastrous date she experienced earlier that evening. She had finally been asked out, since coming to England, by one of the cuter farmer’s sons. When they got to the pub, she figured out it was just one of the local boys showing her off like a trophy, as the one to take out the American girl staying at the old Wellington place. At first this made her feel special and unique, and it was nice to finally be with people her own age, and males other than her father and her dog. However, William, her date, seemed more interest in drinking with his mates, and them all taking the micky out of her "quaint" accent and her "cute way" of talking, than in learning more about her. And I knew that I would have to get a wet rag and sneak back out into the playhouse early the next morning, while my mother was in the shower, in order to wipe up Chris's leftover sperm. Felicia and my wife were friends and acquaintances from their high school days. THE RETIREE: The END I knew I was going to be Mike’s “wife” now for three months and more than that, my lesbian side was surely going to emerge with Kim. And, you can be as naked as you want there….. So I left the� front door open to let in the cooler outside air and had a couple of fans trying to move air so thick you could sell it by the slice. 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