I parked as close as possible to Gemma's house, then rapped on the lion headed Georgian brass knocker on the front door.It opened to my knock so quick...y someone must have been in the hallway.On first acquaintance the petite and slim Lady Madeline Crofton-Foxe did not appear to be a typical Sloane Ranger. She was dressed as if just come from the grouse moor, or from beating the bounds of her family estate. Her mid brown, collar length hair was covered by one of those Harris Tweed flat peaked. Ana stared at him open mouthed and then she looked at me...Again I did not know what to say. I was amazed about the power of this filthy old man had over Ana and me…I nodded again to my wife, waiting to see her nice firm loose tits.My wife reached around behind her and pulled that cloth over her head, revealing her incredible round melons to that old man…She tried to cover her huge brown erected nipples from the gaze of the smiling filthy old man.He grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge. “It still helps,” Dave teased. “Yes, it did. You were trying to ‘do’ all the men that one night, weren’t you?”“I would have succeeded except that other women had worn our Roy, Paul, and Derek. I had fun with them the next evening, plus now I think I’ve properly consorted with all of the women, although that took a little longer.”“I’m glad you like us, because we sure love you.”“I love this. I was born to live like this. I just wish I didn’t have to be on the road quite so much. I heard about. " She gave Theresa a full view from all sides, and asMary's fingernails brushed the cock, it hardened. Theresa said, "No way!"She then walked up to Mary and touched it to make sure it was real. Marylet go, "HOLY Shit!"Mary got dressed. They did not speak, but Theresa kept staring at Mary,then looking away. Mary then explained and showed her the doctor'sreports. She did not say anything about Terry and his change. Mary saidshe would leave, and it was wrong for her to tell Theresa. Theresa puther.