“What can I get you buddy?” The man behind the bar asked.“Just a beer, please,” I answered in my unmistakable English accent. This caused both...the couple to my left and the two girls to my right to glance my way.“No Problem,” the barman replied with a smile.Americans seem to always be either intrigued or suspicious whenever they hear my accent. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I would be engaged in conversation, especially here in Little Rock, Arkansas. Usually, the English didn’t travel. She turned the car off and reclined her seat, closed her eyes as she reached the mountain of sexual pleasure. She screamed at me, "Fuck yes, fuck baby, keep going, here it cums." Her pussy exploded with her female ejaculation as her orgasm peaked. The sticky cunt juice poured out of her slit.My mother looked at me with a smile on her face and pulled my face up to hers. Our lips met and my tongue slipped eagerly into her mouth. Her hand slipped down the top of my shorts, seeking out my hard. Her thought became even more positive when he answered her first question with a simple "Yarr." She had asked him if there was a phone she could use."Look, I am stuck in a cattle grid up by the road and I need to call a tow truck to pull my car out." Yarr." A little drool slipped from the side of his mouth and joined the stains on his coveralls.Alanna was saved from further frustrations by the clatter of hooves in the stable behind her and a man's voice shouting Tommy.She turned to see who the. "Sure. I'll snag one from the bedroom whilst you shower." "Why would I need to shower?" Coz you stink, dude!". Even insults from Liam come in a lighthearted jovial manner. I laugh my way off to the shower. ..............As I step out of the bathroom, towel tucked in my armpits, using another to dry my shoulder length hair, I see Liam calmly saunter into the lounge. I lean over the back of the three seat recliner and tie the towel atop my head in an effort to keep my wet hair from my neck. Liam.