I sent Richard a text to say when I was coming to London, and the dear man came to pick me up at Heathrow Airport when I arrived. His house is gorgeou... – in a pretty quiet mews right in the heart of the West End. Whilst I unpacked in the room he had given me, he went and made us coffee, and whilst we sat and chatted, I gave him an envelope with the rent for the first month which I had saved up. He tried to refuse, saying it could wait until I had earned some money, but I insisted we keep this. They said that they had done that but the water just poured back out. I told them they had to make sure that the spout handle was turned to the right in order to fill it, then as they took a shower to turn it to the left as they wanted water, then back to the right to stop it. I also told them about my tip I put on the instructions, to wet down then shut off the water lather up then rinse to save water. They were relieved at the help, thanked me and then left. As I walked them to the door my. The guilt that was attached to the fantasies was tremendous since I had always fantasized those positions with no special or particular woman but now it was all different and I had to find some quick solution. In the view of my lower head, if I put the face of aunty Helen on the body of my sister Veronica, the guilt was drastically less.Now in my fantasy, looking at the woman lying in bed on her side, with her one leg raised in the air; I was the man between her crossed legs. The leg under me. Your pelvic area rubs my clit as you dwell further inside me ingniting an inner ripple, met with muscle spasms. I grab a handfull of your hair and pull your mouth onto my breasts. While I'm telling you to bite them, I roll on top of you. One of my eyebrow's lift; grinning, I tell you it's my turn to take commmand. Your ass is mine! I feel your erection growing even more beneathe my stomach. As much as this turns you on, you stop me. "First, you need to open your gift." I had almost forgotten.