H runs upstairs to change. When she comes back down, I am taken aback. She is dressed in a short black skirt, a tight black and white tailored blouse,...and high high heels. Her tanned toned legs are bare, and the deep red nail polish is set off nicely on her toes and fingers.Seeing my shock at the change she says she has a meeting with her soon to be ex and the lawyers…I want him to see what he is giving up she says. Makes sense to me I reply. But how are you going to drive in those heels?!. Now you would do well to recall that about this time the hackney cabs were being replaced, albeit gradually, as a means of moving about this great city.I recall reading an article in the Chronicle of a traffic count conducted in two sites, Cheapside and London Bridge that showed a thousand vehicles an hour passing through these areas during the day. The only reason I mention this is that this amount of horse drawn traffic produced an incredible amount of manure which had to be removed from the. Holding it there, I slowly rocked up and down. “Are you sure, Carl?” I cooed. “I love getting some backdoor action, especially with a big cock like yours.”Indecision crossed his face. “Don’t worry, young man, I’m sure your heart won’t give out on you, not like poor Dimitri’s did,” I said huskily, slipping his rod against my puckered star.Something akin to horror crossed his handsome features and I had trouble keeping a straight face while the tip of his cock pressed against my tight hole.. . I'm sorry... I...” he was stammering.I looked back at him and could not help it. I could not stop what I did next if I had tried with every fibre of my being. Reaching out my hand I took his and held it and gently pulled him forward. He brought his eyes to mine and we moved together, I closed my eyes as our lips gently touched and kissed him lightly and softly. He brought a hand up and gently cupped the back of my head as our tongues emerged and we began kissing in a soft and caring manner I.