” “Yeah, that's fine." I said passing her my laptop. “Oh!” she said, staring at the screen of the paused video of a women getting rammed i... the ass with a huge cock. I looked at the screen. “Oh crap!” I said in a hesitant voice, worried she was going to run out of the house. “It’s okay, I love porn. Only a different type of porn,” she said in a seductive voice. I didn’t say anything. She emailed her boss, then turned the laptop to me saying, “This is type of porn I love to watch.” I. "You horny bastard! You can't have anything left after last night? Surely not? So...I have pulled a sick day at work today...thought we could relax a bit?"Her suggestion was perfect - I needed to rest.We sat in the kitchen eating breakfast, listening to classical music on the radio - it was really relaxing. After breakfast, we went into the lounge. Maria had gone out whilst I was asleep and bought the Saturday newspapers. I smiled at seeing 'The Times' and 'The Telegraph'."You sure about these. I broke our kiss and told her I had to suck those tits. She told me to strip down to the thong first. I stood up and pulled my jeans off. My hard cock could not be contained. It poked out the top. She smiled and leaned back removing the blanket as she did. Then she pulled her shirt off and laid there naked legs spread. I went right for her left nipple. She moaned as I ran my hand down her chubby belly. She pushed me back and went straight for my cock. OMG could she suck dick. She had my cock so. Gastown is named after a seaman ( nsert joke here) named "Gassy Jack" Appropriately his prominent statue is perpetually covered in bird poop, a tourist "must see".Once there, she migrated to Calvin Klein's...of course, she did! I glanced at a dress in a nearby boutique, hideously splattered with splotches of many colors, like something found at a Jackson Pollack yard sale. It was honestly the ugliest thing I've ever seen (and I once saw a closeup of Clint Howard). Then joining her in CK'S, .