. living in a comfortable apartment in Lisbon, in the Barrio Alto, on Rua do Norte.I had met Maria about six months earlier there at the café. She wa... 28 at the time. Her Aunt owned the place, and Maria helped sometimes. She was an anomaly for a girl from Portugal. She was tall, a little over 5’10”. She wasn’t slim; maybe willowy was better. She weighed about 120 pounds, with gentle flowing curves rather than ostentatious ones. Long legs that won’t quit. She had (I guessed at the time; I really. What a sight to see her so turned on by this meager gesture to her sexuality. I could only imagine what was to left to come. I repeated this little ritual on every button, licking and caressing the newly exposed flesh, as she moaned her approval on each one.I could now see the beautiful valley of cleavage, and her silky sheer red bra, and her hard nipples just begging to be sucked, but that would have to wait, as she reached for my buttons, and repeated the ritual again for me. Her lips and. I pressed in and worked my cock in a circle. She gasped and writhed rewardingly, according to what I did. She thrust back with her athletic, agile pelvis.“Mmmm,” her hands on my back were nudging me to go a bit faster. I speeded up. She thrust up harder, so I landed a bit harder. “MMMMMmmmmMMMM,” she groaned in my ear. She felt close already.I eased away to look into her face.“What?” she gasped.“How long do you want it to go on?” explained Amanda.“Oh. God. Forever!”“I can recommend the Sixty. Gosh, but it was hard! Just as rigid as a bone. Itsundulating motions rocked my foot up and down. Itseemed as though his kissing and tongue-garnishingmy cunnie had caused his lust to continually rise. Irubbed my limb all over the crown of his cunt-pene-trater.I soon felt my climax nearing, so I cried in pants:"Rollie! . . . Oh Rollie dear! ... ah! ... uh, sogood! . . . put your tongue in further! . . . oh, faster!. . . faster! . . . Rollie! . . . how nice . . . you suckand tongue-fuck me so.