We should do the tourist thing.”“Really?” I said, less than enthused by the idea of traipsing around with a thousand other tourists to see thing... I’d seen a hundred times before. Well, not a hundred times, but, you know... “Yes, really,” said Vanessa. She sat up and forward, resting on the edge of her seat. “It’ll be great. We go early and we can do Hyde Park, The Palace and Westminster in the morning, then head out to see St. Paul’s and The Tower after lunch. Shouldn’t think we’ll fit in much. Fingers teased my arse and I felt two pushing into me. I grimaced at the sudden pain and tried to relax so that I could enjoy being filled by her. My cock reacted, getting even firmer, and she took it deep into her throat.She thrust her fingers into my ass and alternated with my cock thrusts into her mouth. I was in heaven, and my only concern was carnal pleasure. Sex and sensuality was the only thing that was real right then: I never wanted it to stop. We flipped over and I looked down into. Beverly saw my movement and said, "Aaaah, baby let me do thatfor you."Beverly opened my romper and pulled down my plastic pants and opened upmy nappy. She surprised me by taking my clitty into her mouth. Her warmlips on my clitty head were so exquisite, and I was moaning in delightas I continued to suck out the lovely milk. The input of all thesensual things on my body was making me approach my orgasm so quickly.Karen and Samantha were in the meantime sucking on my nipples.Mary said, "Jenny. The smell of the rubber coat so close to me was strong but strangely pleasant. My mother told me that I was to imagine that I was in the dentist’s chair and that I was now wearing the rubber apron. She asked me how I was feeling and I replied OK. She said that she was now going to pull the hood up over my head for a few seconds, and I asked her why? She replied that the smell of the hood was similar to that of the rubber mask that would be used to send me to sleep. I wasn’t to sure about that.