I was sweating after the busy day in the French sun and my feet were sore from waiting tables all day. The owner of the restaurant was there too, a ha...dsome Frenchman in his late 30s. He had tanned skin and an excellent physique, which pierced through his tailored black shirt, muscles bulging as he counted the cash behind the counter. As I leaned over to pick up a fork which had fallen, my jeans ripped right on the ass crack, with a loud tearing noise. 'Ooh, looks like you need some new pants'. "Actually, I amafraid to try these. You see, one makes a man into a woman and anothermakes a woman into a man. And these both can be reversed."She nodded quietly. "Yes, in old Genoria, ancient Genoria, there arelegends that the queen used things like these." It seemed to me that she knew more about the old days than she had firstadmitted, but I suppose she also needed to be careful who she spoke to. She pointed to my arm. "But I notice you wrote the words on your arm. Whyis that?"I sighed. "I. All of her expectations and her naughty imaginings bore fruit when Jasmine's lips rested lightly against her trembling pussy lips. At the very first touch, Allison squirted pussy juice right into Jasmine's beautiful face. She could not help it. The sticky fluid ran down Jasmine's chin and dripped onto her expensive designer dress.Jasmine did not mind at all. She pushed her delicate tongue deep into Allison's dripping pussy and ate every corner of her sensuous cunt. She paid special attention to. ‘Jason, darling, I do love you.’ ‘And I love you, more than you can imagine,’ he replied. Karen reached up and caressed his face gently. ‘I want to make you some breakfast,’ she said. ‘Would you like some? I see you’ve managed to stock some things in the freezer. There are some of those egg replacements and some sausage, I could make scrambled eggs and sausage.’ ‘Sounds good to me,’ Jason replied. She turned to the counter, intending to begin working on something for them to eat. But, as she.