I wrote back and said that I would be happy to meet for coffee, probably on one of the days. I gave the 16th as the preferred date. Why? Because I kne... I could stay over at a friends.The weeks seemed to drag. I had a few emails from her while she was in the country, but they were very tame. One of them related her trip to Camden Market and I wondered what sights she would have encountered there and what bars she would have ended up in.As the fateful day approached, I still wasn’t sure what we. I was covered with sheen of sweat and was gasping in one of the best cums recently.“Fuck me, oh, fuck my cunt, I need to cum,” I wailed at her. It was wonderful. My body stiffened, tightened and stretched and I felt like I was transformed to another level of existence. I hadn’t cum like this in a long time.While the inexperienced girl didn’t really know what to do, she followed my instructions and I think that made my orgasm even better.I slowly relaxed, smiling to myself with my eyes closed.. From the gist of theconversations most were thieves and pickpockets. I was finally guided toa small shop several blocks from where I was staying.I opened the door and a bell tinkled. A pleasant looking woman in herforties entered from the rear of the store. She said something to me inHungarian and I looked puzzled."I'm sorry, I only speak English." Ah, a tourest. What brings you to my shop?" I was told you are an expert on gypsy folklore."The woman laughed. Another woman entered from the back. Watching. The man bent my wife over the table, her bare tits pressing into the table, her face toward the audience. Then he knelt down behind her, his hands still on her hips, and hooked his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and started sliding them down slowly. The audience watched silently as the fabric of her panties slid easily off my wife's ass, and once her ass was bare the man planted another kiss on it causing small laughs from the audience. The smile never left my.