Were going home day after tomorrow like, I work as a fucking chippy so money is gotta be collected jobs to be doing like.'My mum put down her bag and ...started to chat while also putting in cream on my right arm.'That sounds like you had a whale of a time.'It turned out that the lad sat next to me was called Liam. He was 27 and worked as a chippy in Liverpool. It was clear that he was a scouse as the accent was so strong. As much as the smell of weed that he had been smoking. Why on earth my mum. "With that she began brushing above my eyes once again, tellingme she was using a 'crimson-based' palette that would flatter myclothes. "This is looking very nice Ruby! I'm looking forward to givingyou lots of pointers about coordinating your makeup and clothes!And with this outfit, you'll be wearing your corset over yourdress. Oh! And some nice long gloves too. And check out your newhair style!"With that, she pulled a box off of the top shelf of the closetand pulled out a gorgeous blonde wig.. I said not a problem , we drove for about an hour to the outskirts of london , parked to car and took a lift in to a block of flats, she again asked where were we as the block was clearly residestial as apposed to last weeks hotel, we reached a steel gated entrance, it was a cold winters night, dim lighting on the balconey as we waited to be let in, i glazed over to sam who judging by the hardness of her nipples poking through her blouse she was braless, just then the intercom buzzed into life. His thumb was now making little circle motions over her clit, the little bud of flesh standing proud from its hood, swollen and red as he applied more pressure. Fallon was now squirming around under his hand, moaning and gasping. “Shit…shit…oh fuck yes lover…make me cum…make me…” Fallon’s head fell back and she screamed loudly, a sudden gush of girl juice squirting from her overheated pussy all over his cock and balls as she surrendered to a body wracking orgasm. Fallon mouthed obscenities as.