.. I was lucky enough to live only 25 miles from the gay capitol of Britain and working near by as well gave me lots of opportunities to check out the...scene and to see what's happening in the bars, clubs, beaches, toilets, and alleyways without being on the scene myself, I sometimes drove my car there on week nights and take a nice walk along the coastal paths and sit myself on the beach near the two piers, I would just sit there and watch all the gay activity going on under the pier, I worked. Lack of rain could be a disaster when weather was usually the opening topic for strangers pressed into conversation, but while its absence could be a colloquy, no rain for more than two weeks in Yorkshire resulted in a drought of biblic proportions, and for the past three months there had been none at all. Gloria had dropped Jennifer and Poppy off on the ridge behind the village leaving them with a short walk to the back door of Monica Braithwaite’s home. At least the sun was in retreat for. My invitees included all my usual friends, such as Alexis, Pat, Katelin (she asked if she could bring her brother Wayne, which was fine with me), Gina (my favorite Italian cook), several of the girls in active pipeline groups that I was getting to like (I'll mention what was happening with the pipeline when I finish this thread), and even a few guys I got along reasonably well with to partially correct the gender imbalance. Not to 'correct' it too much though, and certainly not all the way to. I went and gave myself an enema in the bathroom. A few minutes afterwards I returned with a fragrant and purified colon, eagerly anticipating the pleasures to come.Esmeralda was lying next to Gabika on the narrow bed and they were trying to hold a conversation, while Esmeralda slowly rubbed her pussy. "Why do you like the ass sex so much? Doesn't it hurt?" I translated. Gabika blushed but didn't answer. I kicked the young lamb out of our bed and resumed the 69. Gabika attacked my cock with.