Hangingaround in front of the TV I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to benice or nasty. Time dragged on horribly, but when I woke up early on...Mondaymorning, it seemed as if the previous day hadn't happened at all.By 10:00, I was sitting, drinking coffee in Ann Lee's kitchen, slightlyconfused as to what her plans were. I had arrived, freshly showered at herdoor and she had brought me in, and with a reassuring hug, had sent meupstairs to get dressed. I found stockings, a large stuffed. “Yes, Sandrine.”“Then do not worry, my friend. Worry about the verbs, not about me.”He managed a small smile and she chuckled. “That’s better. Let’s go through them again.”Her voice entranced him. Almost as though it bewitched him, even if he did not understand how that could be possible. It was as if it spoke of other wonders, as if each verb had another, separate, secret meaning, a meaning intended solely for him and solely intelligible by him. The trouble was, he was having difficulty. Your body is so beautiful; I couldn't resist and slipped in to watch. It got me so excited I couldn't help myself and had to cum too.”Gina then explained that she had come home while I was bathing. She had slipped into the guest room shower to wash away the travel grime and be as fresh and clean as me for a luscious evening of love making. Then Gina pressed her lips against mine and her tongue slid out to run over my soft wet lips. It felt so exotic! She ran her fingers through my hair and it. ..uhh...old were you...?" I could barely think now."Let's just say we were old enough to enjoy it, but not enough to know what it meant. Which, I guess is why it never got weird." With that, she settled in on my pussy, steadily working me with her mouth and fingers. I began to feel as if I was levitating."Ohhhh, Patriciaaa I'm gonna cum, I'm so close..." I said dreamily. She continued and in seconds the surge grew within me to the bursting point. I came laying on my back in her spare room, my.