I did as best as I could, taking sips from my glass as I relived the memories of that terrible day. When I ended my story there was a long, heavy sile...ce. Eventually his Lordship gave a great sigh, and said."Well, it seems there was little my regiment could have done under the circumstances, and taking to their heels at least preserved the greater part of them for the later battle at Waterloo."He paused, and then said, "Tell me, what happened on the ridge of Mont St Jean, Captain, for I have. My seated friend had turned off the camera noise, but was continuing to take pictures. He mouthed, "Is he fucking you?" I nodded. He leaned forward and got an upskirt shot of my lover entering me. He showed it to me and I have to admit, it was pretty hot.Inch after inch entered me and I finally felt my lover's pubic hair on my ass. He had both hands on my hips and was grinding into me. I couldn't take my hands off the rails as I was holding both of us up. He didn't do much in and out at first,. “Oh Charles, please. Please.”Charles’ eyes find her staring at his cock, “Please what, Baby?” Without looking away from his cock, watching it grow with every word, “Please fuck me! Please stick that cock in my pussy.” Charles then lifts Sandra’s hips and pulls her towards him as he moves onto his knees on the couch. She feels his cock at the entrance to her pussy and the look in her eyes tells him exactly how she wants it. He spends only enough time to align his fully re-hardened cock with her. After a drive through heavy showers and hot sunny spells, the hotel proved very comfortable with superb food, the weather picked up and was warmish, dry and sunny, and the events of the festival were fun. He had the time of his life.It had been five years since he had been on a holiday by himself, and he relished every moment: theatres, music, comedy clubs and fringe events. Sampling good restaurants. All this without any inclination to pick up a woman! As he neared the end of his fortnight, he.