"Megan stood up and pulled Lisa to her feet. Megan hugged her and then kissed her cheek. "You're not mad are you, Lisa?" No, I'm not mad." Good, neith...r am I. Are you ready to go find Jack and Tom?" Megan asked and then she kissed Lisa again.Lisa nodded and the two girls left the room. They went out to the living room and found the rest of the group sitting around talking. Lisa went over to where Tom was sitting on a couch, sat on the floor and leaned back against his legs. She wiggled against. "They're British." As if that explained it all. And it did.American tourists are referred to as the Ugly Americans ... but at least we go home. The fucking Pommys show up ... stomp all over Aussie feelings ... and STAY. (stolen from an email from a rude Australian.) (Thank you Mark)It's like Texans; just across the Texas-Oklahoma border ... on the northern side ... there's a bar. The men's shitter has three usable urinals; they are marked OKIES. There's one urinal right up against the ceiling;. By the way, what is someone like you doing in a droll town like DC…don’t answer now. Let’s get you to bed. We have tomorrow together.’ Juliette kissed me deeply. It was a passionate kiss—one held for a long time with the power of stored sexual energy. ‘No, I want you now,’ but even as she said it I could sense that she was tapping her reserves. ‘Climb on my back. I’ll carry you to your room.’ I managed the stairs with Juliette dead-weight, I loved feeling her body draped on me. I laid her on. He rammed his hardened member it all the way in, then pulled it almost all the way out, and shoved it in again, repeatedly.He looked into my emerald-green eyes, and growled. "Cum hard my sexy red-head, as I fuck you deep and hard!" I closed my eyes, trembled with anticipation, and clutched the sheet so hard my knuckles turned white. I rocked with the rhythm of his cock as I shoved my hips up to meet his thrust. He rubbed my clit harder, and began panting, and I could tell he was about to cum. .