I know you will be welcomed in London, and in no time at all you will be making new friends." I wiped a tear from her cheek with my handkerchief. "Bes...des, we will be making frequent visits to Blanchards – I also will miss the place, and its people."She cheered up, and then started asking questions about life in London. I answered, as best I could, but I had spent only the merest time in London, having only taken up residence in Queen Street in January 1817, and then, from mid-February of that. You had the economy model, which had only the necessary basic functions and a cheap finish. You had the advanced model, which had additional attributes and a standard finish that made it a more desirable, if more expensive, item. You had your deluxe model, which had all the bells and whistles and a much nicer finish and would eat a hole in your wallet.And then there was the super-deluxe model, which was what you'd order if price were no object. The super-deluxe model was the standard by which. It was about 6” long, and not very thick, but it was one of my favorites and it actually did look like a replica of a man’s penis. Not thinking that it would really do any good, I turned it on low and simply nestled it between my legs as I continued reading. The quiet hum of the vibrator distracted me from my reading some; and I put the book aside and adjusted my position so I was laying on my side. The tip of the vibrator had shifted as I moved and was just barely nestled between my kitty. And encourage me.I lie you back on the table, spread your legs again and slide my cock into you. You can feel it pushing in deeper and deeper.“Does that feel good?” I ask.“Feels great,” you say, looking up at me.“Harder!” you demand.I do.Hard in, slow out, building the spunk in my balls.You move your legs so they run up the front of my body. When pushed into you I’m now slapping against your arse, pushing you further onto the table.You look up. You’ve done presentations, interviews in this.