" I recalled in my mind as I joined him at the door that just as Sir Wells recounted in his famous book of the first inter-planetary war I too had see... a fighting machine towering over the famous clock tower. It was not a sight to be forgotten - nor something you could accidentally miss. There had been word, though I had never seen such things myself, that the Martians had started putting together flying machines during their previous stay too, but most people believed that to be mere poppycock. The day before we were going to France, we both went to my local beauty salon as I needed to have my pussy waxed. Because Anna had such blonde hair, we decided not to remove it all, but to have her pubes shaved into a heart-shape which they then dyed pink – very sweet.The following afternoon we took a cab to East London to the City Airport, and I led the way to the private jet gate – Anna insisted that she practice her role as a maid and walked two paces behind me. Through customs and Sir. I was the cowboy buckaroo whose job it was to stay in the saddle and buck back. I felt a primal a****l energy like I had never felt before. It felt like my one goal for my life and my existence was to put my seed inside this woman. That was the only thing that mattered. “Rod…Rod…Rod…Oh God…Rod…Ahhhh…I will cum soon Rod….Oh please cum with me!” Those words caused me to pump even harder and deeper and in just a few seconds I could feel the white heat rising from my balls. “Ah Sethy…yes dear…I. Although she was trying very hard to hold still, Betty could not avoid squirming anxiously about on his lap. The next step was obvious and Frank reminded himself to do it very slowly. As the other girls stood around giggling, smirking and tittering at Betty's expense, Frank reached for the hem of her short black jumper."Eeek!" Betty screamed with horror and flopped around on his lap like a fish out of water. "No! Don't you dare! Never! Don't you dare!" From the way that some of the other girls.