"Senor Stewart, I am Alfredo, from the Duque de Castile's staff," he said before bowing."Alfredo, it's nice to meet you," I replied. "So how much of a...detour has the Marquesa told you to take us on?" Not long at all Senor," he replied with a laugh. "I'll simply point out a few of our sights for you on the way."I let the two ladies go in first and then followed them in before he shut the door. He raced around and soon had us on the road. Along the way he pointed out some of the ancient buildings. She then asked if i would "put it in her bum"? I got Betty up onto her knees on the sofa and pulled as much of her juices out of her cunt with my fingers as i could, smearing it on her tight hairy bumhole and on my throbbing cock. I then pressed the tip of my knob into her asshole slowly. Betty gasped and gave a small scream, before pushing slowly back onto me. She rocked back and forth taking just the tip of my rod into her ass.I gripped her hips and let rock backwards and forwards on me.. We entered via the triangular building that fronted onto Piccadilly Circus itself. It had had several names and functions during its life, most recently the London Pavilion cinema, where some of the Bond films had premiered. It had grand entrances on the south and west facades, complete with baroque columns, balconies and triangular pediments. We had taken down the illuminated advertisements that had shrouded most of the building, and cleaned and repaired the stonework. Now only the corner. ”“You’re still growing. There’s hope yet.” I didn’t want to depress her, but her mother had suffered from small breasts which had not responded to the pill. Only pregnancy had given her what she’d wanted, real tits.Friday night, as Alia and I sat at a small table in Claudia’s - a Bistro in Montgomery - on one of our dates, I told her about Sia’s mood and her response to my ribbing.Alia smiled. “I remember the first couple of years of periods. They weren’t regular and the cramps hurt like hell..