" Are you sure it's ok we do this here?" Like I said, babe, lock the door. Now hurry up, my fingers aren't cutting it anymore." He weighed his options...quickly and decided to go for it. What the hell, he thought, a quick taste won't hurt. He locked the door and loosened his tie. As he moved closer he could smell her delicious aroma. It was a mixture of flowers from her perfume and sweetness from the attention she was giving herself. With each step he took her fingers went faster in anticipation.. "No, my wife said, just me." I kept pumping her until the one friend spoke. "Please can he do me? My husband hasn't touched me in months, I need it soooo bad." I couldn't believe my ears, but my wife said okay. I pulled out of her, and walked over to the couch. I removed her friend's hand from her pussy, and began to lick her clit. She instantly began cumming and shaking like a madwoman. When she was midway through her orgasm, I shoved my still hard cock into her and began fucking her wildly.. “OK. would you like a few more Bikini and skirts? My shout.” asked Helena.“Yes and No I have some money.” replied Suzanne.“You keep your money for later, you will need it. I have at least 10 times this at home and this gives me the chance to use it. I cannot bank it as it’s way too much.” Helena insisted.Walking arm in arm they proceeded to shop. Between them they spent some $16,000 on clothes sandals etc for beach wear but it did not seem that much when they carried them home. They were. The girls were Texicans ... a Texican father and a Balinese mother. (Although, I'd argue the point ... they weren't RAISED in Texas ... believe me ... RAISED in Texas makes all the difference.)The Sanchez Catalonian progenitors had been inhabitants of the town of Llivia, located in the Pyrenees, in the Cerdanya valley. The district is totally surrounded by France. Problems with Castilian Spain in the 1620's saw the family pack up and move by sea to Texas in the general area of what would be.