Once the birds were hunted keenly to supplement winter diets, now they’re hunted keenly by amateur birdwatchers and professional photographers like ...earl.I’m Dean Elliott, Pearl’s poorly paid assistant and an unknown amateur photographer in my own right, who cares for, carries, cleans, maintains and sets up her equipment for her.I cared for Pearl, too, once.We rarely camp outside nowadays, unlike the simple early days of our working relationship. This trip means a comfortable hotel, and I rose. The next morning after breakfast, I decided to go out shopping. I put on my black yoga pants, purple top and denim jacket, as I said the underground was easy, two stops and change lines, two stops and walk a block and I’m at Harrods, a bit out of my price range but it was worth looking at the luxury items. After I was done buying gifts for friends and family along with a few souvenirs, I went back to the hotel, dropped my stuff off and went out to find some lunch. I found a pub that offered. She kept moaning, shivering, and enjoying the best time of her life. I was a bit tired and was very horny.I wanted to fuck her. So I mounted on top of her and inserted my disk in her wet and ready cunt. This was a sensational feeling. I fucked her in different positions for a long time. I finally filled that pussy with a big load of cum again.After some time, I went to sleep, and I think Auntie went to sleep with Rahul in the other room. I think she was also tired after 2 hours of hard sucking. "See," I saidconfidently. "I made a reservation for-" No wait. I looked at it again."Birdie's Wings and Golf?"The hostess rolled her eyes, while Nicole appeared intrigued."Well let's go to our reservation then," Nicole suggested. "I didn'twant French food anyway. Plus her accent sucked."I stood there in embarrassment. "But."Nicole grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the French restaurant."Let it go," she said. I looked behind to see a very not-amused hostesswatching us leave.* * *Nicole"Do.