London is similar to New York City in the fact that it’s a city which never seems to sleep. My apartment was on the top floor of a thirty-five story...building. As I looked out on the skyline of London at night, I could see Big Ben and the house of Parliament keeping watch on the banks of the river Thames. London is a city steeped in history and my thoughts drifted to the macabre tales of yore. Places like Hyde Park and Jack the Ripper came to mind. The British say that rumor has it that upon. ." Peter groaned loudly as he caught sight of what he really wanted to see, "your incredible tits! So big, so round, so beautiful, and capped with those big pink nipples!" I'm glad it's not a school night so I have time to pose too," Meagan responded.Meagan was glowing after listening to Peter praise her body, and was surprised when she heard her mother set her paintbrush down and sigh, "No, this painting simply won't do, it won't do at all!"Meagan and Peter exchanged a look, and Meagan. I started to push gently. Her pussy spread, little by little, to allow me entrance. The head of my dick popped into her and I heard a sharp intake of breath.“Are you OK?” I asked.“Yes,” she said. “More!”I pushed more, until I reached her hymen.“This might hurt,” I said. “Are you ready?”She took a deep breath. “Yes,” said Scout.I thrust forward quickly, breaking her hymen, and taking her virginity. She exhaled sharply.“Are you OK?” I asked.“Yes,” she said.I started to move back and forth slowly.. ”“She told me you yelled at her earlier. Did you?” She was very, very stern with her voice, and very direct.“She would not let me rest after it was her fault that I could not sleep.”“She said you were doing something you shouldn’t do.” She said.“I don’t know what that would be.” I told her. I was still lying on my back, in my bed, under the sheet. I had a t-shirt and shorts on.“Have you been playing with yourself?” She asked. She was quite direct, and had no sense of humor….Ever.“NO!” I lied to.