I stopped and looked at her, and she smiled. That's a universal sign to walk up there and say hi, so that's what I did. Turned out, after a loooong ti...e (her English sucked for real) that she did this pretty much every night. Just sit there and look at people walking by. It's a miracle she was even still alive. I sat down next to her, lit up a cig, gave her one and watched her almost choke. Then we stared at the people passing by, commenting on their looks. She actually turned out to be a fun. So I had to figure out what a cum shower was before I called to book her. Is that what hiring a prostitute is called? I went into my bathroom and looked at my shower stall. It was fairly generic with a faucet for filling up the tub. A stopper. Rubber ducky. Showerhead. I wondered if I unscrewed the showerhead and ejaculated into it…? That made sense to me. Yeah, that was it. I wasn’t feeling particularly aroused at the moment. Well, maybe I could call and book Angela and then worry about that. Aah, yes. I love that massive cock inside me. So deep inside me. Oh, yes." Yes, fuck me," said Irene, picturing his hairy ball sack slapping right between her legs from every intense thrust of his cock.Shelly's cries of intense pleasure grew louder and louder, soon turning to groans and grunts. Her smooth shaven legs wound tight around Shawn's waist, waiting for his seed to spread all over her. Irene waited for that moment herself."Oh, yes," said Shelly, "fuck me harder. Fuck me. Shove that big. It took thirty minutes to drive to the airport. The ride was mostly in silence, but Cassie kept her hand on his leg the whole way. She just didn’t know what to say. Doug attempted to start a conversation but neither of them could put their hearts into it. Again, Cassie waited patiently while Doug checked the car back in. She smiled as she watched him, remembering all his touches and kisses. A shuttle bus took them to the terminal. They sat close together, his arm around her shoulders. She lay.