We started off with her arm interlinking with mine, but very quickly my arm was draped over her shoulders so as to hold her tight. We walked past a nu...ber a number of bars that we had visited in the past but now deemed them to be too packed before settling for a pub with a view of Saint Paul’s Cathedral, one of the most iconic buildings in London. The place we finally settled on was a quaint pub by the name of the Mad Hatter, a ridiculous name in keeping with the naming of all British pubs.. He looked up at a sign, deciding that this pub would do as well as any. It was obviously a gay bar and some of the men outside looked quite masculine, one even reminded him of that Muggle singing group, where all the men dressed in costume."'Scuse me, mate." He tried to move past a man dressed in leather, but the man caught his arm."Who might you be?" The man looked very annoyed as someone thrust a large sheet of paper at him. He sighed theatrically. "All right, I'll sign the bloody elpee. But. This REALLY not how I had pictured this evening to end.” I took a deep breath. “Do you know what? Tomorrow morning I'll be looking after her at the Motel. Feel free to join us if you want.” Liz threw the pillow all over her room to the door. “I don't want to see this bitch EVER AGAIN!!!” “Don't talk about Heather this way! She is your mother after all!” “But that doesn't justify what she did to us and especially to you!” “Liz! This is a very old story and it we're better if we let it rest.” “I. Ann sucked on the Popsicle for a few minutes more and lightly scratched the shaft of his cock with her short nails. Will watched her take it out of her mouth and then the hand holding it dipped downward. He took a short intake of air as the cold tip probed his anus, and then felt it going in a couple of inches, almost making him jump off the bed. As it was, he strained against his restraints, almost pulling them apart. Ann pulled it out, lubed his ass, then stuck it back in, going deeper with.