The fat man was pleading for acceptance from me and grazing my feet.Although I was shocked, I did not pull my feet away. I let him graze me, and I am ...njoying it. I definitely do not want to sleep with this man, but more than that, I want someone to be inside me and quench my thirst. I was dumbstruck.Scott gently took my shirt and put it away. I was dumb, stupid, and surrendered myself to my lust. The fat man stopped pleading. He dragged his huge body up the bed and went straight to the zipper. Saxon was holding out for going to see a soccer game, a team called Totteningham he said (he meant Spurs but he was absolutely sure of the name). That idea got voted down when we discovered the prices and we headed for Harrods department store instead.After a short hellish journey by tube (like the New York subway but, like, twenty times more people) we were there, Harrods.We headed to menswear ...talk about over priced! The other guys drifted toward designer T-shirts, but something else caught. Her body shook with the thought and the realization that his dick was down her throat. For the second time. She slid herself past the halfway point and bobbed up and down with delight.“I think you're ready. Let's head to the bedroom.” Sally pulled off his dick reluctantly. Her mind was stuck on something as Stan urged her out of the living room. Stan kept his hand on the plug as he guided her hesitantly to the bedroom. “Are you sure this isn't cheating?” Stan wiggled the butt plug, “No. It's. That left the bench seat in the back for Ty and me.I snuggled up to him, despite his obvious discomfort, and let my hand come to rest on the friendly bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Even in repose his cock forms a respectable lump in his pants that I find myself totally unable to resist. I just can't keep my hands off of him.He made several futile attempts to discreetly remove my hand from his crotch. But each time he tried I put it back. Once we resolved that little problem in my favor I.