Pet stares straight ahead. I’m guessing she’s hardly managed to miss the bulge in her husband’s trousers. There’s a moan at the back of her th...oat. She’s trying not to make too much noise, but she can’t help herself. She moans again. I pinch her nipples. Her body gives a little jerk. She shoves the dildo into herself, rubbing her clit hard at the same time. I bend over. “I’m in two minds about whether to let you cum or not, Pet,” I murmur.Pet’s chest heaves. I tweak her nipples. My cock’s big. When his appreciate smile confirmed the fact, I felt an unexpected surge of relief flood through me. But it was more than just relief. I was impressed, too. Although he was a little older than I expected, maybe in his mid-fifties, he had a twinkle in his eye that went well with his overgrown flock of grey hair. Michael Heseltine, I instantly thought … a Japanese version of Michael Heseltine! Oh God, Heseltine might be old enough to be my granddad but with those boyish good looks, posh accent,. I didn’t stop until I got to her nipple which I immediately took into my mouth and began to lick and suck with gusto. Barbie groaned in appreciation and I felt her hand slide gently around my cock, which she began to stroke and pump in time with what Ivy was doing to her tiny pussy. I turned to see what exactly Ivy was doing to that tasty little pussy and I was greeted with the vision of the top of Ivy’s head as she was driving her tongue as deeply as she could get it into Barbie. The angle I. ’ Robert laughed. ‘Now that you mention it, it almost feels like I didn’t know it at first. And…’ He looked around. ‘Damndest thing, but I can’t remember where we are.’ ‘My hotel room,’ Charlotte said, leading him in by the wrist. Robert looked at the cream-colored carpet, wide bed, and heavy curtains pulled tight over large windows. ‘So it is. Odd that I should forget right after coming in here. Actually, it wasn’t even like forgetting, it was like I never knew it in the first place. Imagine.