Visiting an Old Friend
By Eva Hore
She’d been eighteen and it had been almost a year since I’d been there. During the whole year I envisaged what she’d look like now, how she’d grown up or developed further. My c**k throbbed at the very thought of her. Last time I’d seen her I’d been just about to spear her pretty little p***y. Her father came home and nearly caught us, it had been close, almost too close, I can tell you.
So, when I did arrive, I discovered much to my disappointment she was out. f**k! I was devastated, as I’d conjured up this amazing s****l fantasy in my mind where she ripped off my clothes and f****d my brains out as soon as she set eyes on me.
I can dream, can’t I?
Anyway, like the last time, my visit was unexpected and her parents had to work the next day. They ass
