We’ve made it a habit to take a trip to Europe every year since we retired and this year we were seeing Rome, Florence and Venice. The previous year... we’d hit the Baltic countries, from Denmark and Norway to Russia. While in Russia, I was careful not to mention all the years I’d spent in Titan and Minuteman Launch Control Centers, waiting for a message telling me to nuke the hell out of the USSR.Trish and I came out of the Uffizi Gallery on a Saturday afternoon. The steps outside the Gallery. "They always gett hot, and the nipples always get hard and then soft, and then hard again. I don't know why you prefer staying in a female form", she pouted.I shrugged. "I spent my first hundred years in a woman's body. I'm comfier when I'm wearing one."My attention was drawn to the passenger seat just in time to see Argyle pull off her tank top. Her rack was now only covered by a dark, translucent bra which didn't do much to hide anything. The darkened circles of her Latina areolae peeked. I took my mouth off his cock and grabbed hold of it with my hand. I stroked my hand along its length keeping him hard. I turned my head and looked at Marcus’s big black cock. I wasn’t sure I could get the whole thing in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked around the head. Marcus leaned in and slid about half his cock in my mouth. He held it there and I began sucking on the big tool. I tried to concentrate on Marcus’s cock but Jim and Mike were forcefully ramming their cocks into my pussy. They were laughing about some of the young kids who were students. Things went well. “Can I tell you something?” Katrina said on a more serious note and Sarah said yes. “I used to be a nun and recently I just left the convent.” Sarah was surprised. She never would have guessed that. She had a lot of questions as to why but kept them to herself. Katrina on the other hand was willing to tell her anything but didn’t seeing as Sarah didn’t ask. “Why did you tell me that?” Sarah asked. “I’m not.