So now it was to be my home, at least for a while. I breezed through customs and immigration and soon I was in a cab headed for the Trump Parc. I had ...he cab drop me on 5th Avenue, for some needed clothes shopping. I had no idea how difficult getting into the Trump Parc would be, but at least I'd dress like I lived there. I hoped that Robert Burns was not well known to the staff and I could just walk in the door. There was one slight problem – actually more than slight – I had no idea where in. Her boobs were a lot bigger than Leah’s but not nearly as perky, and her hair was jet black, a stark contrast to Leah’s golden hair. Beth was also very pale which helped make her black hair and hazel eyes stand out all the more. She described herself as being five and a half feet tall and 114lbs. I can’t deny it; I would absolutely love to fuck her. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I was looking forward to the prospect of doing that, or finding out what Leah would do to her! Paul on the other hand was. I wanted C’s for a fashion statement, as a nice accessory to go with my outfits, like a great pair of earrings. Besides, C’s would look much better in a heavy sweater or in a bathing suit than my B+’ers. I continued to scope out the landscape, turning a bit to glimpse the curve of my rear and how it sloped into my legs. ‘Not bad old girl’, I said. The cheeks still defy gravity and the legs look tight. When I was 22, I attributed my shape to a great pair of jeans, now 20 years later, I know. "And you're so HARD ... except you don't FEEL hard. I feel all funny inside. Phillip? What's happening to us? Three weeks ago I didn't even LIKE you!" I don't know. I just know I like this," he said. Now he was making fucking motions back at her. He jacked off, so he knew what the feeling was that was creeping up on him. "Except that we need to stop doing this, because ... something is going to happen."Now it was Amy who was stupid. She too had enjoyed many tingly mini-orgasms with her fingers,.