To his right, the remains of Buckingham Palace, to his immediate left Admiralty Arch and visible through it "The Citadel" or better known to those who...worked in her "The Gingerbread". David couldn't see the connection. It was a large brown concrete box — but gingerbread? He shook his head and walked through the arch and on into the building. This was the operational heart of the Royal Navy. Somewhere below him officers were juggling with markers and charts and sent fleets to sea or tracked. I watched as he bent forward, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. I had never felt so horny in my life as both boys gave me the attention I so needed. I could feel Chris's breath on my ass, as he kissed and grazed his teeth against my butt. His hands spread my ass wide open, snaking his tongue into my ass. It felt so good, making me groan. Bobby's head travelled down to my shaven crotch, licking and kissing at my waxed cunt. I felt his tongue snake between my legs, licking and flicking. When she leaned over to put it on the picnic table he noticed that she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. She had on high heels, a little bonnet on her dark tresses, and a grey skirt and white blouse. On her hands were white lace gloves, and sneaking out from under the skirt were garters holding up black silk stockings. The stockings ended, though, about 12 inches above her knees and from there up it was nothing but smooth skin. Tanya looked a little embarrassed at the fuss being made on. She reached between her legs and returned her hand to my dick. Her hand was wet from her own juices and the smell of her pussy filled the closet. She pulled my head down, put her lips to my ear and said “I want you to touch me in the front. I want to feel you inside me”. Hearing her say that, with her mouth so close to my ear gave me chill bumps and I was very close to blowing a hot load of cum inside my shorts. I pulled my hand out of the back of her panties. I could smell her pussy. You know.