"Well if you have coffee, I will let you ruin my health with a pastry of some kind."I do have coffee, so what kind?" Ma'am I know nothing about French...Pastry, except he ones who wear the little maids uniforms." I smiled judging her reaction. She didn't seem amused and I took that as a good sign. I took the coffee in the paper cup toward the stand up counter by the door. I got there with most of it still in the cup. I felt bad that I had left a trail of drops along the way. At least I could find. I let the gate get wide enough for my truck and then drove into the gated property. I drove up to the front of the house on the semi-circular brick driveway. I parked in the front of the house, between the large fountain on the left side of my truck and the house on the right. The house was one of those huge Colonial type mansions with several big columns in the front and a second story balcony that you could just picture Scarlet O'Hara standing at looking out over the property. I walked up to. ”“Liked it?” she exclaims. “I can’t begin to describe what you did to me. I can’t believe I squirted over my own face!”“That was just an added bonus,” Lacey says offhandedly. “I really didn’t plan that, but I guess you can squirt too.”“I had no idea I could cum that hard, that anyone could cum that hard, or that much,” Alyce says excitedly.With her finger tendrils still lodged in the teen’s ass, Lacey wiggles them a little. “We can start again anytime, but I do believe you like having your ass. Umut and the Turk are left alone in the house for the weekend.After Friday prayers at the Yeni Cami, Umut and the Turk are asked to join a group of men seated at a cluster of outdoor tables. Tea is ordered all around. The banter about local politics intertwines with a lengthy discussion of happenings in Istanbul. As the conversation fills the space, one of the men orders a couple bottles of white wine, Kavaklideri. The conversation hardly stops as the glasses are set around and the bottles.