'Don't stop now!''But Richard, I wanted to ask you something.'But Astley was too far gone to care. With a whimper, he spouted his passion into the air... landing on her face and breasts. She licked at a globule which landed on her lips, and looked disappointed - almost disdainful.'Oh, Richard, you seem to have finished before I've started.'His face darkened. 'So what if I have.''Well, you'd better finish me off at least.''What did you want to know?' he asked her, tucking his shrinking part back. “Oh yes Dave, yes!”Chastity threw her head back and screamed as Dave triggered her own orgasm. Her cunt muscles contracted tightly around Dave’s penis holding him in a vice like grip which squeezed out every drop of semen. The two of them writhed together, bucking and panting whilst Hattie looked on, the disgustingly lustful scene making her smoulder inside. She kissed her sweating husband’s back whilst he slowly withdrew from the call girl’s dripping cunt. His rigid cock glistened with a. Back at Mr. Henri chair, his now golden blonde hair was put in smalltightly wound rods and another foul smelling lotion applied. He didn'thave long to wait before he was led back to the shampoo stand. "I wonderif you can drown hair and kill it by washing it this much," he thoughtidly as he was led once again to the drier. He spent more time under thedrier this time. He thought that his scalp was burned when they pulled himfrom under it. Mr. Henri removed the rods and began brushing it out.. While rubbing her shoulders I just might as well remove her bra...the straps came off her shoulders and my fingers unhooked the back. Auntie quickly removed the garment and let her breasts swing free. “That's what you like, isn't it?' she asked. “My little tits out for you to play with huh.” “I guess so,” I answered...immediately filling my hands with their soft, squeezable presence. My, my how soft and warm they were, their nipples just starting to stiffen as I fondled their forgiving flesh..