Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five. Pamela.
Wow, so after intercourse, I presumed we would just go to sleep. How wrong was I! Nope, not a lot of sleep was had by either of us, yet when I awoke this morning, bright and early, I have never felt so energised and refreshed. Smithy spent most of the night with his head between my legs ‘eating his favourite food’ as he put it. When I tried to reciprocate, he shook his head, and said he wanted to save that for another night.
“I will drop you off at Diana’s,” Smithy smiled.
“Is that not out of your way, she lives near Durham?” I ask, as I do my shuffle into another pair of jeans. I mean, I am not usually a jeans type of girl. Don’t get me wrong I have six pairs, because, well, who doesn’t? but I don’t insist upon being in them all the time
