And there, right there on the Thames with Big Ben just on the other side, to remind us of where we were, we fell in love in the way that only travellers do. 7. When I first landed in London, my brother Scott’s friends let me doss on their couch while I got myself sorted with a job and shit. I couldn’t quite reach her breasts, but together we undid the top of her pants and my fingers were welcomed deep inside her. http://twistedtraveltales.com/ … Not heavily; tenderly, just brushing with the softness of our lips. Sandra joined me on the tube ride with a promise to pick me up at eleven when I finished. We would just have to trust one another. We had made it in time to see the changing of the guards, and just after, I guess, both of us decided at the same time that we needed to keep things rolling forward.
