I’d visited before, so thought Londoners (all toughened by the blitz and having watched Margaret Thatcher on television for a decade) were still a r...ther placid lot. You know, gray-faced men wearing bowlers, carrying umbrellas and briefcases down to The Tube, riding with stoic faces out to anonymous red brick houses in towns with names like Last Farthing and Clinched Buttock, all quiet and orderly and pleasant. So sorry, Mr Yeats. Things fell apart. The center did not hold. When I first arrived. But rather thanpenetrate Lisa with either tongue or finger, I lightly kissed her innerfolds and then returned to kissing her thighs.That was too much for Lisa. She cried out in frustration, thumped herfists on the bed one last time, then reached down and grabbed hold of myhair. Non-too-gently Lisa took hold of me and thrust my face and mouthinto her sex. She held me by the hair, holding me still as she tilted herhips to just the right angle. Then she forced my mouth down onto her sexas her legs. It's only about seven light minutes away right now. We didn't see it because of the sun." Fuck!" Yvette cried. "Anyone know how much time we have?"Louis must have heard the interchange. "Depends on the size, but their raiders can cover that in about twenty minutes."I heard the gasp from Bonnie, one of Tyson's concubines. "But it can take that long just to get into battle armor." Terrence, take over!" I cried. "Tyson, Linus get to the lasers and get them powered up. Fred, Xavier, Brad let's get. They lay there for a few mins and I brought us sodas.Well Stacy was still up so she said "You didn't cum as much as me lover so lie down and let me lick that smoothness of yours!" I got down next to her and we sort did tag team licking Becks. I even worked a finger in her ass and kept it there even when it was Stacy's turn to lick. I loved sometimes we'd kiss in between licking Becky! Then Stacy stuck 2 fingers in Becky's pussy and went licked her til she came and she kept her mouth locked on.