"Love, I want you to reach down with your hand and collect some of that juice leaking out of your pussy."I did and brought my hand out, my fingers wet...with Bruno's cumm."Let me lick it from your fingers," she said.I held my hand up to her face, my fingers to her lips. Her tongue sought my fingers and licked them drawing the cumm into her mouth."Ohh, that tastes so good. Here try it yourself."She moved down between my legs and then held her hand to me and my tongue came out and licked her. ’ She couldn’t possibly mean- but then I looked down and saw that her own hands had slipped down to her lap. ‘I can’t,’ I hissed, just a bit too loud, ‘It’s too weird.’ ‘Why do you think they turn down the lights?’ ‘There’s no way that-‘ But then I looked. It was hard to tell, in the dim light, but she was correct. Not everyone was touching themselves. In fact, most weren’t, but we weren’t the only ones getting turned on by the talk. Even so… ‘I don’t know…’ ‘Here, let me help you.’ ‘Wait, I-‘. Tomorrow, she wasabout to start her first vacation in 5 years and had arranged a temp cover forthe six weeks she planned to be away in Europe. She had planned every lastdetail to start her journey in London and finish flying back to the states fromthe Mediterranean coast of France. Little did she know how much her plans wouldbe changed? She flew from JFKin New York to London Heathrow aboard an American Airlines 757 jet, treatingherself to an upgrade to business class. She was not aware of the. ‘I’d like to pick up some apples – the green ones.’ The young man returns her smile with a boyish one and saunters over to do her bidding. She picks up a dozen apples, drops them into her shopping cart and gives him another winning smile before making her way towards the checkout counter. A few minutes is all it takes for her to make her payment and exist the supermarket’s doors into the open arms of daylight. She is wearing a brown jacket and dark-blue jeans. The jeans are tight enough to.