" Sure," Sharon said, obviously a little dejected. "Be sure to get pictures." What about you, Matt?" Jake asked the guitar player, who was sipping fro... a rum and coke he'd made. "What are you doing after we get checked in? Wanna check out the tower with us?" No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm gonna crash out for a couple of hours and then go find me some Parisian bitch with hairy armpits to fuck." I'm just gonna crash out," Coop said. "I shoulda never had those last four pints of beer last. She got in and we fell into chatting.After a while i remarked on how sociable she was.'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at work'.'You cheeky bastard'she said.'Sorry but thats the impression you give over.I find you attractive but i always said i couldn't imagine fucking a miserable bitch like you.But the way you are now.I would definitely be keen to fuck you'.'You are a cheeky bastard,aren't you.You call me a miserable bitch,then say you wouldn't mind fucking me.You think that. ” Greg howled with laughter as he moved forward and 4 or 5 inches of his brown cock disappeared into her willing mouth. Her head rocked back and forth and I could see that she was sucking it like you would a mouthful of toffee. “Mmmm…that’s good,” Greg grinned at me, “she’s nearly as good a cocksucker as her daughter.” Doreen seemed to take this as a challenge and her gobbling became frenzied. My friend remained calm and took total control of the situation. We’d shared girls. Muriel knows all about the camera and often waves to me when she arrives. She is a tall girl, with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a slim build. One day Muriel accidently left her discarded school uniform on our bathroom floor. She wears her skirt very short, with white panties and a white blouse. My wife Laura came to bed that night with her dark hair in pigtails and wearing the little school girl outfit, including Muriel’s little white panties. Laura even insisted I refer to her as Muriel..