I opened my eyes. It was Travis. My face was going hot. I couldn’t believe it. Travis was kissing me. Me! He pulled his lips away from mine. He was ...taring at my red face with a smile. After that I couldn’t control my body. I suddenly threw myself onto Travis; I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. Travis lost his balance and we both fell back, I landed on top. Thinking back on it I guess it was sort of stupid. There I lay on Travis, realizing what I had just done and feeling my face. It was so warm and so wet, and he had such a tight grip on the back of her head that he began to fuck her mouth with abandon. Her jaw was forced so wide by his girth that he knew there was no way she could bite him. She was gagging, spasming delightfully around his cock, and tears were streaming down her face. She tried very briefly to struggle, squealing and sobbing around his cock, but he backhanded her until she stopped fighting. With her pacified, he fucked harder and deeper, until he. Of course over the century there were more ordinary families who also called 141 home.With its proximity to the port, Hitler's Blitz ripped the heart from the once prosperous neighbourhood. Western Approaches was no exception, losing half its housesThe rich moved out to the countryside and the poor moved in. 141 was split into multi-lets and it became home to dockers and factory workers and even spent a decade bordered up… becoming shelter to delinquents, vagrants and prostitutes who soon used. Again, Kat and I refused to go round the back with them and they finally let us have a free ride on the Carousel. Both Kat and I asked for some help getting onto the horses and in doing so both Kat’s tight skirt, and my ‘dress’ rode up leaving us both exposed below our waists. When the Carousel started going round both guys came and stood by our horse’s heads and they were looking down at our spread pussies, both of us leaning back with one hand holding the pole so that the guys got a great.