The problem was drinking always makes me horny and the massage had me soaking wet down there my son asked want me to do the front, I said no if I roll...d over he’d really see how wet and excited I was he said all right and resumed his place I wasn’t sure if he made sure his cock nudged my pussy each time he leaned forward or what but I grabbed my third beer and realized I didn’t care actually I was secretly hoping he was. I told Richard to just turn off the lantern it’s so dark in a national. Sat down (still kneeling) and with hand on shaft carried on wanking gently and placed her open mouth at the tip of his penis. T. let out a long groan and a huge, thick, jet of jism erupted out of the tip of his prick. His entire body shook and a gooey mass, went into M’s mouth. It was so forceful it streamed down her throat making her gag slightly. She help on tight though and T. jerked again to scared to breath. Once more his prick ejected a spurt of white stuff that landed on M’s face. It hit. Sure, the fetish she didn't think she had actually turned out to be the catalyst that got the ball rolling again, but that hardly meant anything. Seriously, Macy just had some cute fucking toes as Ashlee was forced to tell Macy when she teased Ashlee for kissing them as they rested on the couch in what passed for their jammies enjoying their buzz, their closeness and the music of Elvis Costello, a fetish Macy had picked up over the last month for reasons unknown to Ashlee, but which she was. But the daily BA flight out to St Petersburg had gone and anyway I couldn't see Jenny anywhere.To make matters worse I discovered that I needed a visa to get out there. I had to soend a day in London messing around to get a fake invitation and then pay some company 300 pounds to get me an express visa. Then I had to lay out another 400 to buy my ticket.But the money meant nothing to me. I had to have my Jenny!The flight got into St Petersburg at about 2 in the afternoon. I changed some money.