His scent wafted in to the flat and it was delicious. He was wearing jeans and a top, with a very expensive leather jacket. He went into the bedroom a...d threw his jacket on the floor. His hands went for me and he kissed me passionately, drawing me close to his muscular frame. My hands went around his waist pulling him even closer. His tongue probing my mouth, flicking and rolling and making me feel amazing. It made me forget who I was and we were lost in our own private universe. He pulled away. Anyway, we’re set to refuel for a day or two in the country and then make a dash for Antwerp. I’m brushing up on my Flemish, to put it mildly. Figure that the Belgians owe us a bit for sticking up for them in 1914 against the Huns. I just hope that the lads don’t pay too high a price for my stupidity.“Did you see that bit about the Prince of Wales? Seems that he and the Duke of York and some others escaped with some help from the Queen. They’re in Scotland and there’s serious talk of formal. .. I just found that Billy must prefer Christine's pussy to mine. I say that because not two minutes ago he had his fingers in her cunt and he never ever got to touch mine. Tomorrow, I'll be seeing a lawyer to have this thing annulled. I'm sorry for any inconvenience that was caused ... goodnight..."With those parting words she suddenly started crying violently, her shoulders heaving up and down. The room was as quiet as if it were empty. The only sounds were her crying and a chair being pushed. She would kiss him then start to undress him. First his shirt and she would rub his nipples and lick them. Then trace her finger down to his bellybutton and find the line of hair below it. She would kiss his button and insert her tongue getting him aroused. Next she removed his pants and stripped him naked. She would look his cock and ass over rubbing her hands over both. She only selected endowed men who could fuck all night for her fuck party. After feeling his cock she turned him and felt.