Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then. Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. 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 blowjob 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 gangbang meeting in London the next day. He’d decided to take me to London with him and leave me to fend 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 you a fortune (and teen Jon was paying, not his business). The room that Jon booked doesn’t have an en suite bathroom. I was a little disappointed until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘accidentally’. Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed straight away. Jon woke me up at 6 o’clock the next morning and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to Hardcore wear that I hadn’t seen before. When I wrapped it round my body it was anal only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my side up passed my waist was showing. The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. I hadn’t needed to go to the loo the night before so I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t get far before I had to open a fire door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn’t anyone around to see my nakedness. I eventually found a ladies loo and had a pee. Then he walked around with me mostly teen supported blowjob by his cock. You must have done something else. Her pussy was wide gangbang open, and a puddle of her fluid was obvious below her ass. She was a late life baby, and we have never done anything anal sexually outrageous in our lives. I said I’d pick him up and we’ll head up there at dark. “I’ll go inch after inch. You have a hard cock and the girls Hardcore here want to play.” I fucked her harder. They would have to try their luck at the laundry or postal boxes, but the boy would not show up most nights this week, as he would be out of the building. At first I did not notice, but the pictures focused largely on the women being totally exposed. “It’s a bunch of men and one woman.