It wasn’t very bright in there and Ryan was a bit disappointed that I couldn’t do any flashing. We got a taxi back to the hotel and I wondered if the taxi driver knew what the squishing sound was as Ryan finger desigirl fucked me for most of the journey. I know that the doorman saw my bare legs, right up to my waist, as we climbed the steps up to the hotel entrance. The look on his face gave him away. We all wished the other a good night and we went up to our room. After an energetic fuck Ryan spooned me and his cock got hard and entered me again as I told him some more about the days adventures. I must have fallen asleep sometime during my story because the next thing that I remember was that light was coming in through the window and Ryan’s cock was pounding my pussy. I had my first orgasm of the day and thought that I was very lucky. I’d gone to sleep being fucked, and woken up being fucked. Thursday We repeated the flashing of the room service guy before getting dressed and going down for breakfast. We parted at the tube station with the same arrangements as the previous day; me with a fully charged clit ring and a new, long-life battery in the vibe; both switched on. It was only a short journey to Oxford Street but standing in the crowded train I did feel one hand slide up the back of my skirt. Unfortunately, we arrived at Oxford Street before the hand had the chance to explore further. The first thing that I looked for in the shops was some sunglasses; I wanted to be able to watch the voyeurs easier than the previous day. I quickly found some and braced myself for another (hopefully) orgasm filled day. I wandered around a couple of shops before the vibes first got the better of me. I leaned against a concrete pillar until I was able to walk on. As I walked along Oxford Street I came across the store where I’d got caught masturbating in the changing room. Without even thinking I turned and walked in. I went to the ladies clothing department then wandered around looking at nothing in particular. I came across the shoes section again, and indianporn looked around to see if there were any men close by. There weren’t indiangirl so I kept walking. As I got near the changing rooms I stopped and thought, “Shall I?” Five seconds later I was walking to the back of the changing rooms with my nipples so hard that they hurt indiansex and my clit throbbing. As I got near the end cubicles I could hear someone moaning. As I reached the last 2 I looked first to the right then to the left. In the left cubicle was a totally naked girl who looked to be about 15, fingering herself and squeezing a nipple. She saw me; smiled and kept going. I turned into the right cubicle and started getting undressed. We watched each other as we desiporn brought ourselves to a climax. Just after that I heard a slow hand clapping then a voice, Trish’s, saying, “Very good girls, did you plan the stereo cumming of was that just coincidence? Pick up your clothes desisex and follow me.” “Can I get dressed first please?” the other girl asked. “No, walk quickly.” We couldn’t because Trish was walking slowly and I for one wasn’t sure where we were going. Chelsea reached down and pulled Dennis’s boxers desisex up so that he was indiangirl peeing into those instead. My nerdy friend smile. I lapped at her clit desigirl and the inside of indianporn indiansex her crotch, making sure to get it nice and desiporn wet. After searching for a long time, but feeling like no time at all, she found Michael with his friends, including her younger brother, Roger. “It's, um, quite big. I had it sittin' on the dresser, across from the bed. You cheated on him and he left you. All he knew was the pain Grant unleashed on his ass. A light. I giggled, “You’re a horny fucker, huh?” I scrolled to the comments and there it was...”I would love to catch my wife in bed with a BBC.