I noticed in the corner of my eye a cute young blonde dancing with a hen party yet looking at me, she smiled at me. I smiled and nodded back. She turn...d away to dance with her friends again, she paused and then walked like an arrow in my direction, I chuckled. She was wearing a short white skirt, with brown cowboy boots, a denim vest and a cute pink handkerchief around her neck, it was obvious was the hen party’s theme was. Yeah she was a good looking girl. “Hi,” she shouted into my ear over. Would her dreams of having sex with a real man come true? She wondered.“Hey mister ... Whatcha reading.” Said the bold girl as she sat down right next to the man.“Um ... The ... Sports page.” Said the nervous pervert, not expecting the girl of his fantasies to sit down next to him.Tiffany knew as soon as she looked at his stiff cock that he was a pervert. His big newspaper did a good job of hiding his erection, but he was still taking a chance. Tiffany thought.“Don’t worry mister, I won’t tell. " You won't be going to Surrey today then, sir?" No, I won't," said Eden. "And it's very likely that I shan't be going there at all. My present plan, if Irons can get it together, is to fly back to my yacht tomorrow. I've already had more than enough of this country." I'll tell the guys in the Buccaneer to expect you tomorrow, sir." So, what is happening outside, Theo? You'd have thought there would be celebrations after the election. Not riots. It all seemed pretty conclusive after the polls. Yes, I know it is so rare in real life but common in porn fiction. Yet it really did happen to me that first day. As my cock stiffened in orgasm and began to spew great jets of viscous semen into the muffin’s teen vagina, I felt Alastair’s penis also grow hard, its shaft rippling with the contractions of its muscles in orgasm, shooting jets of cock cream into her bum. At the same time, Bill grabbed her by the ears, pushing his cock deep into her throat, and his “Aaaah. Aaaah. Aaaah.” told.