."Stop"the cameraman said "This is perfect.." Ok, fine with me... After 10 minutes i could move a little, and took a drink from a glass with water.."�... am gone change my suite she said, back in a minute..". Ok, if she was not close to me, it was good..She came back in a sexy outfit, a badsuite with the American flag printed on it. She did a bit of moves. I looked at her body, never had seen a woman with such mucsles of steel.."We still have enough time" , the cameraman said, "Can we do another. Then I talked, and found men did it often to their wives, and he does not do it to me once in three weeks. So I fretted.” “What do you do?” said I. She laughed, I gave her clitoris a rub. “That’s what you do?” “Yes”, said she. “Do you often want fucking?” “Every day”, said Mrs. Pender frankly and openly. “Did you want it the day I had you by the hay-stack?” “I just did.” Then she added that her husband knew she frigged herself, and usually said to her when she intimated that she should like him. We headed straight down to the tube and two stops later we got off. The hotel Dave had booked was just around the corner from Russell Square Station; it was beautiful. It suddenly dawned on me while I was standing in reception that Dave hadn’t used the egg since we left the train.Just as he said to the young lady on reception, “We have a room booked,” I felt it. But this time Oh my God, it felt as if he had turned it up to full power.My legs gave way as I grabbed the counter to hold myself. The. Then the shot panned upwards for a moment and it hit me. It was Billy on the screen, he stood up from the couch, still jacking off. The big knob of the end of his dick actually filled the screen. It was so close we could see the slit on the end of the guy’s pecker actually open and close with each stroke. Then suddenly a blast shot out, it hit the lens and made it blurry. ‘Oh, my God!’ Sharon said. ‘How do you guys like that one? I knew I could make a better movie than this shit we can buy, so.