Peter waited until Lauren had gotten herself together again.Peter hooked a thumb over his shoulder towards the back seat. “I brought some stuff with...me. You’ve got some nicer shoes in your bag back there. You can put your undies away, too.”Suspicious, Lauren reached behind them and pulled the small overnight bag forward. It was very light. Unzipping the top, she looked inside. All that was inside were a pair of black fuck-me pumps and some high-heeled sandals, along with her toilet kit and a. “Give up? Answer is two! Two flies screw in lightbulb!”Then the woman called YumYum peeled with laughter at her own joke, sending tremors through her fake bosom, as her companion chuckled riley. Elise scowled. And then Molly and Chester burst into laughter behind her. Elise looked sharply at her underlings, and they blushed and looked ashamed but continued to laugh.What was going on! That wasn’t funny. It wasn’t even a joke, was it? Did Elise not get it? Was she not smart enough to understand. I could see that Rosalind was physically exhausted from her travels. We’d discussed this possibility beforehand. We’re not young kids with boundless energy. Rosalind was 58 when we met and I, 62. The last thing either of us wanted for our memories of our first time together is that it would be rushed or done in exhaustion. Transatlantic travel is still a pretty grueling experience in terms of the hours you travel, the many lines in which you wait and countless other hassles draining ones coping. Hmmmmmmmm. Right there. Yes. Oh, shit. Eat it. Eat that pussy. Oh, fucking eat that pussy." I gazed into that pink flesh and munched on it. Cynthia felt a little teeth but she was all hot and bothered and giggling at the same time not worried the least. "Oh, shit", she continued, "Oh, I missed that tongue. Fucking missed it. Oh, it feels so good..