She looked at him and once again there were those beautiful blue eyes, even though the whites were now bloodshot with her weeping.“I’m so sorry,�... she said. “I feel so embarrassed. I had so much and I threw it all away. What a fool! I’m sorry I hurt you so badly John.”“Well,” he retorted. “At long last you’re getting something right. You do realise that I can’t trust you any more? I don’t know if you’re honest or lying to me.”“Sorry?” she looked puzzled. “I don’t understand.”“Shame you didn’t. Her ass cheeks engulfed my face as I pressed deeper. My tongue came out and started licking up and down her taint.My tongue reached the outer rim of her pussy and lapped back and forth across it. Chelsea’s hand came back to my head and pushed me in closer, yearning for the feel of my tongue wriggling inside her again.I buried my tongue inside her and started going to work, licking every fold of her pussy while her moans grew overhead. I unfurled and corkscrewed my tongue in and out. My lips. As I was removing her bra, she must have seen Paul with the camera because she just froze. In an attempt to avert disaster, I said, "It's OK, Claire. It's our camera. I asked him to film." The next five seconds were the longest of my life because I didn't know if I had pushed things too far and ruined the fantasy. To my extreme relief, she reached down to unbutton my pants and I knew she was all in. She kicked the dress away from her feet and was completely naked. She got on her knees, took my. Thenext morning she gave me one of her robes and told me no makeup as wewent down for breakfast. After breakfast we sat on the sofa with a cup ofcoffee and talked. She picked up my large patent clutch bag and beganlooking it over."Is the one of MJs bag or yours?" It's Miss Britts bag, everything I wear or carry is hers." This is a very expensive designer bag, italian leather, so soft indeed.MJ has great taste in bags as some of them I've seen her carry."Then she opened it and began rummaging.