"We've got to find your parents," Ian said. They were holding hands. There was a chill in the air but both bought coats as soon as the train arrived i... London."There's Mrs. Piper," Carol broke free of his grip and ran to the old woman. "Hi, Mrs. Piper, do you remember me?"The woman looked the young lady up and down, then a spark of recognition hit her eyes. "Carol? Is that you? You are so grown up, dearie." Where's Mum?" Oh, dearie. I hate to be the one to tell you but your mother's been dead. Now let me see it pour out of you. You better lick up the mess you made slut.” No dirty talk from Brett but he was moaning. The man fucking him say’s, “Hey Craig look at the clit on this one.” Bretts cock was really small, maybe no more than 3” hard and uncut. Now it was my turn again, my asshole still in pain from before and this cock was much thicker. He began by furiously fingering me but that stopped rather quickly as he wanted to show me I was his bitch. “Your gonna take my cock in that. ”I don’t think I’d ever introduced myself to anyone whilst I was inside them, so this appealed to my warped humour. Plus, I wanted to hear her screaming my name before I was through with her.“Yes Jack!” she shouted, “slam my needy pussy with your cock!”I was literally hammering into her for all I was worth by this point, but whilst my body was willing, I was starting to feel the effect of my exertions. I don’t know if she sensed this, but she rolled me over so that she was on top and began. ”“You did it just for me?”“Of course. I admit it’s pleasurable for me, but it’s you I think about.”“Enough of the soft-soap. What happened next?”“Well, Ms Mergan already had her legs parted.”“The dirty whore!”“I told you. She’s assiduous in her duties.”“Yes, yes. Next. Don’t keep me in suspense!”“The dress made it easy for me to get my hands against her crotch. ‘I want your cunt,’ I told her. ‘Whatever you say, Mr Cummins,’ she replied.”“She certainly sounds very accommodating.”“Why do you.