I crept to the railing and peeked downward. As the stairwell descended it was darker. Still I could see nothing. I crept down one level until I heard ... scraping. Once again peeked through the railings and there, another level below, was Mary, just standing looking downward. My heart was pounding because of these lusty furtive actions. Mary was just leaning on the handrail looking below. I was confused until I saw a hand appear on the same railing from below her position. Mary seemed to be. We both came to realize it after a short time, but after her arrival I found myself venturing out once again, first to stroll along Saville Row, and then London of an evening.Once again, this time at Mrs. Bentley's urging, I grew a beard; and eventually I took advantage of my club membership and soon entered into what one might say was a virtual ironclad routine of rising at the same time each morning and arriving at the Reform Club at exactly noon to spend the next twelve hours there before. Fuck the mouth. Not a care at all for the woman doin’ the dirty with ya.” The mock cockney accent was hard to miss.“Darby?” My eyes shot open at the sound of her voice and the unmistakable English pronunciation despite the mockery. I sat upright with surprise.“Now, who else would fellate you at this ungodly hour on a Sunday morning? You do realize that it’s already afternoon in England.”“I have a list, but right now I didn’t expect you’d be on it. What are you doing here?”“Come to live and see. When I woke up on Tuesday morning I found Lisa had got up early and gone to work, leaving me with my arms around Laura and my morning wood pressed hard against her ass. I loved the quiet cuddling and the silence, so I lay there for probably an hour with my long hard cock sandwiched between Laura's ass cheeks. It was hard trying to decide whether I should wake her up and have some fun or not.In the end, she woke up, pushed her ass back onto my cock, and let out a moan. I quietly whispered in her.