”“What? When?”“You said you got the bruise on your shoulder and the bump on your head when you fell down.”“That’s right, I did.”“You... said it wasn’t my fault that you got hurt.”“Yeah.”“I was carrying you. You were all taped up and I was carrying you and I dropped you. That’s when you got hurt. How was that not my fault?”“You remembered?”“Yeah.”“Well, do you remember when they first burst into the house and I got knocked down. That’s when I hit my head. That wasn’t anything to do with. We refreshed ourselves with some juice. I was still tired though. Having just spunked twice in the past hour, I was ready for a quick nap. The young woman though, had only just gotten started."Damn dude." A feral smile crossed her face. "You practically raped me upstairs." Yeah right." I kissed her breasts. "You were screaming you wanted more." That was because you buzzed my mind near the end." Phillipa yawned and stretched. "God, you're good." Glad to hear it," I said between kisses, "'cause. I'll fucking die if anyone ever finds out I did it." I'll keep my mouth shut, Kris. Just so you know, I'm sorry that we did it.I feel a little guilty deep down for going as far as we did and having athreesome. I don't know what came over me other than seeing you invenerable situation." Matt, now that I've had time to think about it, I regret it too. Let'stry to forget about it. As you said, I've been there and done that. Idon't ever wanna do it again. It just wasn't me at all."The day was a. I looked down and noticed a quite unfeminine asset trying to burst through the lace.Gabrielle noticed it too.“That’s not going to work, Irene.” she chuckled, “real girls don’t have bulges like that. Now let me help you take care of that.”She dropped on her knees, gently took out my cock from the lace panties and put it in her moist mouth. She slowly pulled and sucked with her red lips, meanwhile caressing my bum.Here I was, dressed up like a hot girl, in a strange house in London, with a pretty.