"Oh god!" I exclaimed as waves of sheer pleasure wafted over me."It's so big!" Sheila complained, "It's splitting me in half!" See they can fuck," Rig...sby said, "You're just too stupid to know how, now get out of my sight!"That's when Rigsby picked up his shotgun again, "I guess you'll be wanting to walk out with Sheila now boy?" No sir, I mean." I said."You take your time boy, you finish your fuck before you decide," he said.It was like we had the same idea at one time and Sheila and me both. John’s cock was hard and pulsing, so she told him to lie on the mattress and mounted him. She rode him vigorously but just stopping short of getting herself off – she wanted that to be on Jack’s cock with the very large end. She was very close when she stood, leaving John and went to Jack. She pushed his knees apart and sat on him, her back to him and then lifted to get his cock into her. Placing her feet on his knees and pushing down with her hands gave him the space to push up into her. “Now. Looking closely at Bitsy she realized that she wasn't joking, she was very serious. "Your going to London, for Brand?" Kat said. Giving it some thought, Kat looked at Bitsy "dear, you know about what happened, don't you." Bitsy nodded, "thats why I have to go, to talk to him, he may not want to see me, or talk to me, but I can try, I just can't leave things as they are, its breaking my heart, Kat"Kat could only promise to talk to Collin about what Bitsy had asked. Bitsy understood and asked Kat. Same sense of humour helped, same attitude to life (I was broadly right wing, Derek was broadly left wing, but all politicians are a bunch of fuckers, so we just agreed on that). So now we met up every year for the August Bank Holiday. A long weekend somewhere, and this year Northern France was selected. We ran into each other at other times too; maybe a rally; sometimes literally a coincidence as two of us would fancy a weekend away to the same place at the same time. This long weekend was the.