Both were attractive black guys and both were nicely endowed with one being a lil bigger. As the one guy started stroking his cock he pulled me close ...o start sucking. I got on my knees and began to get him hard. Michelle was getting ready to do the same to the other guy he was the one with the bigger dick. I just pretty much did what I do best and it showed. While I was sucking him off he kept pulling my panties to one side and fingering my wet hole. He even said damn your wet as he kept. After a three hour trip into the country through a driving summer rainstorm they arrived at what turned out to be a particularly gruesome crime scene. The body was a woman's; well it was really a teenage girl's, a runaway from California as it happened, and she had been found in a corn field, nude except for dirty white socks on her feet and her bra which had been violently ripped from her body and wrapped around her neck. She had been savagely beaten and raped before the perp shot her behind. I can go along with pantyhose in a working environment, but I much prefer the separate stockings and panties for a heavy date. Again, it was Jenny who clued me in on the relative advantages of the different kinds of female attire.I pulled her panties down to her knees and paused long enough to remove her shoes. Jenny had shown me what an aggravating nuisance high heels could be when I was trying to remove my date's panties. I got past this little roadblock very easily and was ready to progress. A young man was walking through the markets on the Ponte Vecchio. His Master had sent him to acquire some more painting supplies, though he often liked to explore the marketplace as he did so, to find things which interested him."Good morning Leonardo," said the man on one of the market stalls. "How's Andrea doing?" Quite well, thank you Francesco," Leonardo smiled. "He enjoyed those biscuits your wife made." I'm glad of it, she enjoyed the portrait he drew of her," said Francesco. "So what can.