Her body rocked and jerked before him, her buttocks slapping loudly at his strong thighs. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and he could feel the hot...flow of her cunt-juices on his groin."Yes! C’mon... c’mon, whore... take it! Lele rundi... aur le! Pura le, saali rahnd! Chul! Aur le! Take my cock... yeh! Take it all! Harder, bitch! Ohhhh yes! Yeh! UNHHhhh Yes! Ohhh god yes," he grunted, forcing her to go faster and faster, jamming her cunt back on his prick."Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHhhhh uhhhh. "I'm sorry, Captain Austin," Lieutenant Sanderson even sounded contrite. "They're British." As if that explained it all. And it did.American tourists are referred to as the Ugly Americans ... but at least we go home. The fucking Pommys show up ... stomp all over Aussie feelings ... and STAY. (stolen from an email from a rude Australian.) (Thank you Mark)It's like Texans; just across the Texas-Oklahoma border ... on the northern side ... there's a bar. The men's shitter has three usable urinals;. Itcontinued to do this for some minutes, until the feral boy was tremblingcontinuously -- then began furiously pumping the entire penis. The boy'shead twisted on his pillow, his spiked crest of copper hair fanned acrossit like the mane of a horse. His stomach cavitated with each raspingexhale, his toes flared -- the first two expulsions of cream ruptured fromthe distended tip, his breath held then exploded in a loud gasp -- animpressively thick rope streamed unbroken to the slurping creature's. Johnson? My name is Rachel, please, follow me."The young woman led the gentleman past the front counter, past thetellers that handled the basic bank functions, and into the elevator.His eyes followed the swaying hips of her tight tan wool skirt, herlong legs gracefully leading the way. Her delicate high heels of hermatching tan pumps began to softly click as they left the carpet of thelift and onto the cold, marble floor of the lower level vault."Here we are, can I have your key sir?" The woman.