My name and a couple of other similarities popped up and suddenly I was obsessed with the Arthurian legends and histories. Meeting Gwen at school was ...ike supercharging my obsession and I was more determined than ever to do what they said couldn’t be done.Silly? Sure, but dreams ... dreams are powerful things. Lust is too.So here we were, after a drunken Saturday evening at the pub discussing girls we fancied, we wound up in the infamous Tower of London. Markus, a classmate and son of a minor. Claire bent her head over and began to eat the quiche off my palm. I could feel her hair brushing against my skin, the softness and wetness of her lips against my palm."Good dog," I said, "But its time you had a proper meal." I made a sign to another waiter and he approached, carrying a tray, again with something covered by a white cloth. The waiter placed the tray on the floor next to the kneeling naked girl and moved away.Making sure I was looking at Claire's face - I wanted to see her. Leaning down, he bent forward and began kissing her back, until reaching the top of her panties. As he did this, she raised her ass a little in the air, giving him a rush of excitement. Very slowly, he moved to the back of her knees, kissing and stroking his way upwards. The thought of kissing and licking her behind was turning him on beyond control. With his finger on the top of her panties, he traced down her crack between her legs, slightly pushing her inner thighs apart. He could feel her. “Well, since Janelle isn’t here to rub her tits over your pussy, or for you to lick and suck her pussy, I guess I will have to do something myself,” I said softly.“Please,” she finally said. “Please lick me, you know how much I want that.”“A special sixteenth birthday kiss?” I said, my mouth inches away from her pussy.“Oh, yes, please,” she cried out. “I want your tongue on me, licking me.”I pressed my lips against her wet pussy, and pushed my tongue to her vagina. Using tiny lapping motions, I.