When I heard of his exploits on my brother 'bot's behalf, I extended him a permanent invitation to Lady Heather's, which I'm happy to say he took adva...tage of numerous times during his time on The Downside.Although he wouldn't even tell us about that one experience on the Moon, he regaled everyone with many other stories of his long life and the lessons it's taught him. He quickly became beloved by every fembot here, all of whom actually competed with each other for his attention.I also enjoyed. “But that was the beginning of the end for them as they were jailed in 1969.”“Sounds like Al Capone stuff.” Brad laughed as the cab pulled up outside the pub.We walked in feeling right out of place in our evening wear, but we were greeted cordially by a young barman who asked us what he could get for us. “Two beers please and two large brandies,” said Brad.“Wot kind of Britneys you want squire?”“Eh?” Brad wasn’t just out of his depth, he was positively drowning.“Beers,” I hissed in his ear,. My cock is peeking out of the orange panties. I squirm around asI reach up to pin a lace teddy up on the line. I wriggle as I bend downto get the next item from the basket.I am pulled out of my reverie as I hear a women's voice. "Justin, isthat you? Justin Johnson, are you home visiting your mother?"I turn my head, but not my whole body, to see Mrs. Ledger. "Umm, yes,Mrs. Ledger, it's me. I moved back here ... for a while." My goodness," she exclaimed, "I haven't seen you since you were a. They protruded from her tits like bullets; they must have been a good inch long. Her legs beat a steady staccato in the air as Bob took her to several orgasms using his tongue and fingers to produce what I can only describe as a gibbering wreck, of which I barely recognized as my wife. Never before had I seen her so aroused or turned on to the point of almost losing consciousness.I by now had shot a load all over the floor, and like Bob my cock had refused to shrink. Not that I could do.