I had already met you at the hotel pool earlier and told you what I'd be wearing, so you would be anticipating it. It is a nice restaurant so i had sl...cks on, but under them was a sheer thong and thigh highs. You kept looking at me and biting your lip. I could feel blood rushing to my cock. We started with some drinks and you occasionally slid your fingers across my cock to tease me. Your husband got an important work call and had to leave. I couldn't take it anymore and unzipped my pants. Your. He shot a lovely big load up my cunt, and made me cum at the same time, I couldn't believe how easy it was for Peter to make me cum, compared to my husband, he got me on the back seat of the car after that, my legs dangling out, and gave me another lovely load, the funny thing about him is, he wasn't really into blow jobs, he loved sucking me tho, he would rather rub his cock between my tits, or on my nipples, to get rid of any little drops of cum that might be still on his cock, I once asked. It was on and Shelly was getting turned on as well.What I didn't know was that when he had her raise up he had inserted another vibrating dildo in her asshole too. She at that moment had two vibrators running in her. Deep inside her. Shelly was moaning as the vibrators did their job.Her head fell back to his shoulder her lips open, her tongue sticking out caressing her very red lipsticked lips. He reached up and began to play with both of her breasts, pulling on her nipples and cupping her. The next day Eve ran to catch the sunrise but Boris did not show up, nor did he appear the rest of the week. For several weeks he was absent. Eve grew frantic. She searched everywhere.Eve sought out Lenny, a former Soviet tank commander in Afghanistan who was her car mechanic and a friend of Boris. Despite the fact that Russians in Brighton beach do not like to answer questions (brings up too many unpleasant memories and, generally, it’s too dangerous for a variety of reasons), Lenny was.