He could fix that. One day George decided to take the leap. It was late in the afternoon. He knew from habit, that she was just about to leave and thi... was his opportunity. Fueled by a double cognac, he made his move. His dick would not take no for an answer. After watching her week after week George knew he had to try something. Who knew how long she would participate in her Sunday ritual. His dreams of her were becoming more and more intoxicating. Every night he dreamed of fucking her in. His guide knocked, and the door opened a crack. Light streamed out. "Yes?" queried a woman's voice. "It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel Ogilvy."The door opened wider and David was ushered in. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed. My nipples were hard, partly because I was horny and partly because it was chilly…summer nights in England usually are! As we kissed he undid a couple of buttons on my cardigan and slid his hand inside. Then he undid 3 or 4 buttons on the front of my dress and pulled it aside, exposing one breast then the other. My tits were young and firm back then and small enough that I didn’t need a bra. The cold misty spray from the surf caressed my skin, it was exhilarating. Overwhelmed by excitement and. "Yes, you did. I saw your eyes quickly go from me to him, and then back to me again before we kissed," explained Cameron. Natalie was silent a moment as she looked at Cameron, wondering if he was really making a big deal of this. She knew there was a rivalry between the brothers and that they each had to outdo the other in whatever way they could, whether that be at work, sports, the cars they drove or to see who could bring home the hottest girls. In the month leading up to the wedding,.