She must have set approval on for each request because I only saw boys or girls popping up, none of the scuzzy old Internet trolls I saw were watching...her. When I had been on a site like this on my parent's junk computer, girls there always had some guy popping in with his dick in his hand. Sometimes they were kicked immediately, other times the girls would tease them some. I think most were videos since I never saw a guy cum on any of them.That was a different story for the guys who were. He recognized several of the golfers but their names meant nothing to Brenda. No matter, it was a beautiful, warm, sunny afternoon and they enjoyed every minute of it.They stayed in a very nice, new hotel in Edinburgh that night, their last in Scotland. Once again, Robert had come through and found a double bed for Brenda. Simon reminded her that they should add a little extra in the tip package at the end of the tour for his thoughtfulness.For their last night in Scotland, Ian donned full. She sighed, then murmured, "Mr. Gho..." Her words broke into a loud gasp as I rammed my pecker deep into her cooch. "Umm, Mr. Ghost. I love your ... ohhhh yes ... cock!"Her cooch was hot and tight, and the little slut wiggled her ass back into me. I gripped her tit, slamming into her over and over like a rod pistoning a car's engine. I loved fucking teens and their tight cunts. Hell, I loved fucking more mature beauties, too. There ain't a cooch I wouldn't fuck if the owner looked even half-way. I felt her push back against me, very, very, very slowly pushing backwards and forwards against my erection. By now we were at Knightsbridge and I knew I only had a few minutes left before the stop for my hotel. Pulling away from Knightsbridge I put my free hand on her left hip and pulled her back against me, making sure she knew how hard I was for her. When we reached South Kensington station and I had to get off, I took her hand and led her from the tube train. She was looking a little.