Next pub on the route was Havana, we went downstairs and got some drinks. On came some good songs and we were able to have a dance, seemed so long si...ce either of us had danced. I needed the loo but before I could go Lesley needed it and so I left her go and waited, going once we had both been. As we walked along through town to the next pub I couldn’t help walk along behind Lesley for a few seconds “What are you doing” she asked, “admiring the view “I replied. Something looked different, as. I began wracking my brain forsome more or less sane explanation for my genderapotheosis but all too soon the door opened andRogers, his butler, hastily attired in bathrobe andslippers opened the door and stood there, doorknob inone hand and baseball bat (I suppose to discouragehousebreakers) in the other. "Yes, Miss?" he rumbled in those cavernoustones I had known from childhood. I laughed rather wildly. "Good eve... er...MORNING," I said. "I must see Professor Crowley atONCE!" "Professor. I haven't been fucked in a week."Rich chuckled as he raised his head from his sister-in-law's glistening tits. "That's laying it on the line, I guess." He gave his father a shove on the top of the head, and when the old man looked up from Valerie's cunt Rich said, indicating the blonde, "This one wants to get pronged, Pop." Richard smiled like a coyote and unhesitatingly crawled over his son's and daughter-in-law's legs to place himself between Jeanne's widespread thighs. His bony-looking cock. By now, I was covertly using the camera's powerful zoom capability to focus in on her nubile midsection, just in time to capture the turn that presented her buttocks to my lens. I mentioned that her pants were low-riding. I don't really know what to call those pants. From the material, a fleecy sort of thing, I would say that they were sweatpants, but not from the cut, which was tight enough to separate her cute, spherical buns into competing globes. The material was pink, and her light blue.