A Highland Fling - pt2
The events that follow, happened in the days after my meeting Fiona on a rainy afternoon in the Highlands of Scotland. The story picks up right where the first part left off…It took all my self-control not to take matters into my own hands. But the thought of my unloading into Fiona’s willing and wet mouth and throat, made me pause for thought. I really wanted to experience that, so I managed to resist. I gave it 15 minutes, pulled on some clothes and headed in. The waft of toast and bacon assailed me as I knocked and then entered the small croft’s kitchen. “I figured you may be hungry, so I...
