At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The adventure I’m about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure took place on the London Underground, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we stayed at. I know that I’ve written about another adventure that we had on the London Underground in my Journal, but although this adventure is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much (so did I) that he took me back for a second go. The London Underground Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. asshole He’d decided to take me to japanese London with him and leave me to fend asian for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train. The journey down wasn’t anything special and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It’s not the best of hotels, but you can’t get much more central without it costing masturbating you a fortune (and Jon was paying, not his japan business). The room that Jon booked doesn’t have an en suite bathroom. We got back to the house and the basket was packed and ready, the girls were coming down the steps, Kim had my gym bag, I said japan why do you have that, she said asian I needed it for a few things, I said ok. So off we went heading to the pond, told Grandma we will see you later, masturbating she said if you not back by dinner I'll send PopPop out to bring you back, we said ok. 'Yes black is beautiful and that is why I am scared' she said. asshole I cautioned her “You better be quiet, you'll wake your mother-in-law and she won't be happy to see you like this.” When you come back, get back on your school outfits, but no underwear . . . I just smiled down at her and shook my finger “Naughty girl.” I teased back. You don't need to do that. My hands were at my breasts and japanese I tweaked and pulled on my nipples. I could also feel a man pressing against my back. One of the guys hit a switch and music started playing in the tune of ‘here comes the bride.’ She just begins to purr into my ear as she is running her fingers through my chest hair. I literally ordered her to break things off with you, and she obeys my every word, and she couldn’t do that.” “Sit up and face me.” He growled out. “May, no…” I once again cautiously looked around.