Strong arms seized John and lifted him gently out of the cockpit. He couldn't move his limbs, had difficulty remembering where he was. "Hey!" he heard... a shout, "we need help here, the Kiwi's hurt!" No, I'm fine..." he started to protest."Are you now? Then whose blood is that?" John Greenhaugh promptly blacked out.It was hot. The road was burnt to a brick red with powdery dust swirling up at the slightest puff of wind. Benin tied a scarf around her face, it was the red and black one she wore as. Jill was a little surprised that Allen's cock was quite a bit shorter and thinner than Barry's. Barry's would only just neatly fit into a toilet roll core with a little over three inches sticking out the end. His was the only cock she had ever known. They had joked that if his cock ever got broken, they could use a toilet roll for a splint. Allen and Jill embraced and after some torrid kissing and breast massaging he laid her in the centre of the bed with her legs from the knees down over the. He told her to kiss it and he would make sure she was fucked with it. She looked at me and I nodded. She bent over and kissed his cock. We got up from the table and all got in the car and drove to a hotel. I checked us in while John and Carrie stood outside waiting. John was running his hands over her tits when I came out. On the elevator up I pulled up her dress and found her pussy sopping wet. Once in the room Carrie got out of the dress and was on the bed. John dropped his shorts as I. "I might have an Irish name, my lovely, warm, soft, sweet, friend, but that's pretty well as far as it goes. Fergus O'Brien, bachelor married Jane Knowles, spinster of this parish in 1723 and that is the beginning and the end of my Irishness! I've calculated I have about 1% Irish blood, if that. Statistically and genetically nugatory! The rest of my family is good Anglo Saxon stock from way back." You know" she warmed to one of her favourite themes."Your own surname tells you bugger all about.