"Oh, Tony…" Elizabeth moaned as she felt my fingers opening her ass. She tried to relax and accept what I was doing, and I felt her ass muscles loos...n a bit."That's it, Elizabeth, just relax and trust me, baby. I won't hurt you, I promise," I said.After I had gotten her ass ready for me, it was time to lube up my cock. I put a good dollop of the lubricating jelly on my cock and worked it all around and the full length of my shaft especially over the head.So after getting us both thoroughly. My hands moved up and down, and I took just the head into my mouth. Mmm, he tasted so damn good. Slowly pushing my lips down further on to his shaft as far as I could, because I knew I couldn’t deep throat him. I squeezed him, and sucked him hard. I then stopped, pausing, feeling his cock pulsate on my lips, as I watched his face. He moaned loudly, and thrust his hips upwards, wanting to force more of his cock into my mouth. I did this action over and over, brining him oh so near climax and. London and the English were a far cry from the early Britons who stirred in my memories. I had heard stories but had never been to that island in the time of Caesar. In many ways I found London dirtier than Istanbul, the people poorer and their living conditions even more wretched than the beggars before the Grand Mosque.I made discrete inquiries and found a solid middle-class burgher who reminded me of a gentleman I had known in Florence 150 years before. I brought wealth to the marriage, he. He still had his thong underwear on, but I could feel the cock through the thong very well. Then I could feel him moving around so that I could tell he must be pulling the thong down with one of his hands. Then I felt his bare cock on my ass. He said "Mind if I do this?"I said "I don't mind at all. Feels kind of good." Then I said "Hang on for a second. I want to turn around and at least see what it looks like."I let go of the bed, and turned around. He had been on his knees behind me. I looked.