We shook hands outside the Tavern, and agreed to meet again when next in London, which would probably be in September, when Mimi and I were due to tra...el back to Blanchards.Boris walked west along Brompton Road, towards the residence of his mistress in Brompton. I had a choice of routes back to Monmouth House.I could turn left and walk down Sloane Street to Sloane Square, cross Bays Water, and then make my way along Five Fields Road to Belgrave Place and Monmouth House. I could turn right, walk. Even without transmitter-induced erection control, I'm hard again in no time. As much time as Susan and Sherrie spend pleasuring each other, they lack no expertise in the arousal of the male genitalia.Sherrie rides me first, slamming her well-lubricated pussy down around my hard cock, like a woman on fire. Susan helps her along by sucking and biting her tits, as she bounces up and down."Oh fuck!" Sherrie cries, riding me harder and faster, almost bouncing off the tip of my cock. "Stand up,. "If I wasn't a total fruit, I'd have my way with you," Philly thought,with a nice but lecherous smile on his face.She is quite the looker, like damn. She has long flowing red hair, goingdown to her bum ending with a purple bow tying the bottom. Her figurewas quite nice, being encased in a simple two piece green bikini. Shehad a lovely face, beaming with youthful energy. A cute nose, highcheekbones, soft red lips and plucked eyebrows made a sight that mightlaunch a man into her arms with love. She had to be out of her mind to have this kind of sensation racing through her brain and body.Barbara knew she should have raced from the barn, run out the door and never returned. But something drew her on, pushed her through the thick darkness toward the big animal.She walked as if possessed, her feet shuffling through the hay stubble on the floor. Stall after stall slowly went by. And then Barbara reached it, reached Lightning's stall. What a beautiful animal! Stopping there in front of.