Pink Floyd at Wembley, Genesis at the Dury Lane theatre and the Eagles to mention a few. I recalled that it was a similar warm sunny day that I’d se...n Queen in Hyde Park. Who was the girl I’d gone with, Jackie, Jane, no Jo, that was it pretty Jo. We’d both been drunk and got sunburnt that afternoon. I was brought back to reality by the fingers of her left hand tracing lazy circles on the flesh of my leg below the confines of my shorts. The opening bars of Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat. It remained dark for me, it was still early. I realized I couldn't go onwith the heels on, so I took them off and carried them. The walk ofshame. My dress was rumpled and covered with cum, as was the rest of me.My stockings were torn. There was cum dried in my hair and on my face. Acouple cars passed, and an oncoming one bathed me in bright lights forwhat seemed forever. The driver honked as he went past me. A cardelivering newspapers slowed to stare and then toss papers on selecteddriveways. A. He kneaded herbuttocks and mashed her body to his.“It’s called a Z car, Daddy, and I think itsJapanese.” She sniffed and wiggled, her cropped t-shirt up around her throat. “Don’t bite so hard,please. I know you don’t like that, but they don’tmake that Solstice any more, the one you promised mewhen I got to be sixteen.” She felt his teeth rakingher excited breast and his huge cock rubbing theinside of her smooth thighs and poking at her. ..slaps?...had slowed things down a little, but when you're experiencing enough pleasure sometimes it's difficult to tell between that and pain.I heard 'Oh no!' somewhere in my head as I felt Reg's vagina urge my cock to give up its prize, and it did. I pulled my mouth from her nipple and grunted, all the muscles of my body tightening as my balls gave up their sperm, combined that seed with a rush of semen from my prostate, and the whole potent mixture shot up my cock shaft, blasting into my.