The rain in London, rude French drivers and the muggy humidity of the city were on the miserable side. Everything else was a mixture of new and mundan.... Mom loved it, so I was happy.I kept up with my morning runs which generated some curious looks, but usually did them when few people were out and about. The days were filled with tourist stops at famous museums and historical sites. Mom knew most of the history and chatted with locals and guides in French. She was pleased with herself when she. She sat at the desk, staring at the lyrics sheets before her.Eventually, she began to type, stopping and staring at the words flickering on the screen after completing every line; sometimes after individual words."Dear Bobby,"I am so sorry... "I still love you."Thank you for letting me be with you."I had a real life, for once; for a while."You and Sammy were the best thing that ever happened to me. But... "Some things are just not meant to be... "I wish this hadn't happened... But... "I had to. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom door was a folded, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky note with a love heart drawn on it.Alexia felt her heart flutter. This girl was too perfect. Where was the catch?.. She collected. “Oh God! It hurts, please go deeper Lawrence”. I started to fuck her; deliberate long cock thrusts, pulling all the way out till my helmet edge felt scrapped and then shoving right back in to the deepest ends of the pussy canal. Emily was whispering in my ear that yes; she could feel me deep in her pussy. She could feel me drilling her tunnel deeper and wider. Less than 2 minutes, I am sure and she was biting my neck and her nails were pricking through my back. Fucking bitch was cumming again..