Across the road, the Red Lion pub was opening doors for a trickle of daytime trade and I realized how badly I needed a pint."Morning."I nodded in repl... to the landlord's friendly greeting. "A pint of your best bitter please, George."Now he looked at me and stared. Then, "Good God, it's Dave Stevens isn't it?" As ever, George." I smiled."We heard you were dead." He pushed the pint over to me and watched while I took a deep, satisfying draught."A nasty rumour, George."I pulled cash for the drink. Bob was behind and had hooked three fingers inside Becky’s pussy. He was aiming for the soft fleshy G spot. Thrusting his fingers frantically in and out of her pussy, he positioned Becky on the sofa so the lens could capture this. Her pussy lips were swollen as the fingers thrust away at her squelching quim. Becky had placed her hands under her tits and softly massaging her newly pierced nipples. Bob continued thrusting his fingers into Becky’s cunt as she let out a glorious deep throaty. An executive rather high up the ladder of a British recording company had a daughter who, suffering from access to an excess of money and possessing a slightly wild nature, decided that an American Education might be just the thing.A phrase often heard in the United States, “Don’t let the University get in the way of your education,” sounded like a motto she could whole heartedly embrace.Besides, no British University was beating a path to her door with acceptance letters. Daddy, realizing that. "Just you and me?" she asked innocently with a voice dripping with sex. She crossed her legs gracefully, accentuating the curves of her body revealed through the light white cloth of her summer slacks. The matching cloth of her blouse revealed the tightness and firmness of her young, budding tits as she placed one hand behind her head.Rex gaped with astonishment. Jesus Christ, he thought, she isn't even going to take any seducing. He allowed his eyes to wander over her luscious body, amazed at.