It forms rows of tunnels, some abandoned, with grotty, cobbled, dimly lit streets running through them. Round the corner is the Crossbones Graveyard. ...n Eighteenth Century unconsecrated burial ground for the ‘Winchester Geese.’ Prostitutes that lived, worked and died in these very streets. So much history, it never failed to fill me with a sense of awe. Over the years they estimated over 15,000 paupers and prostitutes were buried there. It was somewhere that my partner and I had stumbled across. Yes, mom loves it sooo sooo much. Aw...Aw...Ah...Ah.."Eddy's fucking cock began bringing out white foam from deep within her pussy. Rosemary's pussy was now sloshingly wet and the tightness was eased. Eddy bent over his mom's back, reached down and under to squeeze her nipples hard. Mom clenched her teeth and let out a loud moan. Rosemary got a giant orgasm, even her shoulders were shaking and she seemed to be fighting for her breath. Her face was deep pink and her eyes half closed. Eddy. At the same time I will slowly and very lightly run my fingers down the front of my body to my wanting clit. By now it has expanded and is peeking out from beneath it\'s protective hood and has become very hard.I then begin to lightly circle it and explore all around it and up under the hood as well. Finally the screaming ache is just too much and I fully surrender to it. I then take some juice from my love tunnel, spread it all over my screaming clit, and I begin to slowly rub and massage. I have plenty of those friends and at the moment I am not hunting for kitty. Being a man with a sincere heart and a twisted mind I take a close look originally just to scope who she might be. Upon some petty talk in a few letters I soon discover she is not only interesting but in a weird coincidence she also lives nearby my native hometown. Having left that area some years ago in search of who I was, I find it peculiar that my life suddenly circles back to home if only in thoughts. Within days.