Either they were showing motor sports, commercials for their own tourism industry, and cheesy American drama series from the eighties and nineties (21...Jump Street was on 3 channels, for some weird reason) or they aired discussions between ugly, pasty, bloated and bearded religious conservatives who lectured each other on God knows what. Or on what God knows, more likely. I searched in vain for anything from the BBC.After a minute, K-T came back to me. That is to say: my watch buzzed on my. I didn’t want to be accused of spying on her. So, I continued to her bathroom.I had stripped off naked about to turn the shower on when the door opened, Joyce stood there about to say something, then her eyes found my dick. Just the idea of her looking at my dick had it spring to attention. Joyce’s face turned beet red, her mouth working, Joyce looked at my face then back to my dick, then came in and shut the door, Again she looked at my hard dick, like a moth to a flame she moved closer to me. I wanted a footjob and I was so fucking hard. I wanted to please her so I moved forward. She grabbed my head pushed me on to his cock and it made me gag. She started kissing Adam. She shoved his cock deeper and deeper down my throat until I gagged. “Come on, I know you can take it deeper," she said. “Please miss, no,” I replied. She shoved his cock back into my mouth. “I’m gonna cum, Rose,” Adam said. “Perfect, cum in his mouth,” she said. I tried to pull out but she started using two. ‘Come here, and sit on this,’ I said. ‘I’ll show you who’s asleep.’ Her soft thighs instantly bracketed my head, and her mysterious slit was poised just above my mouth. I touched it with the tip of my tongue. She jerked. ‘I’ve been sensitized,’ she wailed. ‘Take it easy!’ This time, I pulled her back a couple of inches. Then, I carefully inserted the tip of my tongue at the top of her vagina and touched her clit. This time, she really jumped. She stood. ‘I’m sorry, bucko,’ she said. ‘I really.