It was getting late now. Off in the distance came a sound that John recognized as the famous clock, "Big Ben." He was in London. It was after two, and...a fog was starting to roll in from the river.'Go home to bed,' John pleaded. 'Please, let this nightmare end for a while.'"Excuse me, young woman. Do you know the way to Pinchpenny Lane?" The man was tall and well dressed in an expensive-looking top hat and frock coat.Polly jumped at the opening. "Why I was just going that way. Would you like me. “This bitch is tight.” Moaned Ben, as he slowly picked up the pace on pounding me from behind, every thrust sent shutters through my body. My small frame was being shoved by a thick cock on one end, into the coach’s cock in my mouth. The feeling in my pussy had finally climaxed – I screamed into the man’s cock as my pussy tightened and I lost all sense of the brutal fucking. Suddenly, Coach Ben pulled me off his cock, “Open your mouth, slut,” I obeyed. I’ve never had someone cum on me before,. Andy too stared wondering in the back of his mind if she had a man and if she did how it felt making love to so much muscle. “Shall we eat?” Amber asked breaking the silence. Mary reached into her bag and pulled out a bar. “If you don’t mind I’ll be having these.” “Oh okay.” Amber said as she set the sandwiches out. “We have fruit too.” “Cool I can do that.” Conversation ceased for a few while as they ate but things changed when Amber reaching the container with the fruit touched Mary’s hard. Зашел я к своей соседке на той же неделе что и впервые увидел её и прихватив с собой тортик и чай я устремился к ней вечером субботы, она конечно приняла меня и даже попила чай, однако вела себя довольно сдержанно. Это было начало, вскоре мы стали общаться с ней чаще и обмениваться по хозяйству мелочью, то солью, то еще какой лабудой. Мы всё еще оставались незнакомыми друг другу людьми и наше общение ограничивалось лишь кивками и обменом солью. Так и жили мы около полу года. Однажды весенним.