I quickly repositioned one of the cameras for this next part, then held one of Gemma’s legs up as my cock slipped back inside and started to pound h...r pussy. I groped one of her boobs as she grabbed onto my shoulders and she dug her nails in which only made me pound her harder “Oh fuck” she moaned “I’m cumming again.” Feeling her pussy clamp around my cock only made me push harder and faster, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to blowing my load “Where do you want it?” I breathed. He had come to Soho, as this was London’s gay area, but was staying at a small hotel in Islington. My mind kept drifting back to the great time we had shared years before in New York, Dave must have sensed this and put his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it.I was beginning to melt, and he moved his hand up towards my crotch. He started to caress my cock through my trousers and I started to squirm in my chair. It was a gay pub so nobody was taking any notice of us. I was a married man now,. The main door was located in the center of the long side, leading to a central hall. To one side, there was a large room with small tables, cupboards and activity centers stored along the walls. On the other were a couple of washrooms, a kitchen area and two large bedrooms with bunk beds. There was also a small room with a single bed for children that needed some 'quiet time.' At the far end of the entry hall, the wall was a fully glassed affair with a double panelled hinged door opening to a. Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she dropped onto the unused bed and closed her eyes. As her thoughts drifted, the last ten hours began to replay in her mind like a movie.The noise of the Flamingo Room filled Doreen's ears, thankfully drowning out the sound of Billy Thompson's voice. The grammar school teacher from Seattle had been going on for almost twenty minutes on some subject or other, all the while stealing glances down Doreen's blouse whenever he could.Normally, Doreen liked showing off.