It wasn’t until after 5:30 that she finished work at Westminster and I picked her up from work. When she saw me, she hugged me tightly as if she had...’t seen me in years rather than the three weeks it had actually been. We decided to grab a drink at one of the numerous bars and pubs that line the south bank of the river Thames so as to catch up and for me to tell her about all the places I had seen on my travels. We started off with her arm interlinking with mine, but very quickly my arm was. One couple, had stayed the night with them. All had been invited to stay. The wife was a beautiful Hispanic girl, who was 24, but looked like 15 or 16, and her husband, who looked like a young Fernando Llamas. They had been married a little over a year. She had loved to bend over, giving peeks down her loose peasant blouse, to a pair of beautiful tan breast, unfettered by anything resembling a bra. She had also loved to caress all the men that were around. HE had openly admired all the ladies.. “We mustn’t make too much noise…” I whispered breathily. “No… I’ll try to be quiet when I cum…” Already I felt moisture oozing from her as I knelt and gently prised her labia apart. When I explored her inner warm wetness with my fingers I was surprised at the size of her tumescent clit, and longed to enclose it with my lips and tease it with my tongue – but no, I told myself, not here, mustn’t get cum on my face… later… I stood up, my middle and third fingers deep inside her now, my palm. A battered military saber hung over the fireplace under a painting of some mostly-forgotten 17th century battle.“We can sit in the kitchen or take a service to the parlour.”“The kitchen would be fine.”I leaned the rifle in the corner of the huge kitchen. The rubberized pad on the butt of the big M24A3 sniper rifle wouldn’t let it slip and fall, and I always had the Python if anyone showed unexpectedly. I’d only really need one bullet for her anyway. Now that the rest of the targets were out of.