”It just happened that when George was alone with his aunt rubbing oil into her shoulders, her friend walked past with her husband. “This is my n...phew George.” The lady looked down at George’s cock and seemed suitably impressed. Even the husband looked envious.It was fortunate that both George’s uncle and the lady’s husband would spend days at a time in Paris for work purposes, and Eric spent a lot of time out chasing after a young lady, which gave the ladies time to have their way with. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas. I don’t come to the West End to buy gifts or browse the shops. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Goliath and his boss.Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once darkness falls, I am like a vampire, who comes out only at night. The only place you will find me is in the West End. From Wood Green Station the train takes me to Covent Garden. From there I have a pattern I follow. I start. It had been amusing, embarrassing and even a little exciting to see it fill out.There was nothing small about his cock now, though. The thing lay across his balls and down the leg of his shorts. And it seemed to be getting bigger. Was her son getting hard right here, early in the morning, in the kitchen of all places?Unconsciously, Helen crossed her legs. She didn't notice that her robe fell open, revealing her leg nearly to her butt. She flexed her inner thigh muscles, squeezing her clit. She. Jason shifted uncomfortably in the wooden desk. He was staring at the classroom door, waiting for Grace to walk through it. He glanced at the clockless than a minute before the bell would ring. He had already been anxious, had barely made it through the night, but now his anxiety was shifting to fear. In the month that shed been going to Huntington, she hadnt been late, let alone absent, for a single English class. As a general rule, Jason kept to himself. He had a few close friends at.