The gurlbegan to lose herself to the bliss of being so completely taken and usedby the two musclemen.So much so that she barely heard the woman's furt...er instructions."Geuui dalileul deul-eo" the woman said and at that, the man plowingFran's ass shifted his grip to her thighs and pulled her legs up and offthe couch. Fran was now holding herself up with her arms as the manfucked her face while the other man continued plowing her ass. Fran'scock was now fully visible to Mr. Nokimura. Her cock. You’re just jealous that Jase never made you a banana split sundae with cream and nuts.” Tom smirked and Paris found herself almost smiling at Tom’s lame humour. Her gaze followed Tom’s hand as he idly summoned the waitress from inside the small café. A single brow swiftly arched upward as she watched two waitress’ bustle through the door, each trying to out manoeuvre the other. The short, buxom blonde played dirty; with a dig of an elbow and flick of her curvy hips, she sent the slighter. Though it only went down to the middle of her thighs, it was buttoned up the entire front. Her legs were encased in white stockings, the edge of which I could just see under the hem of her dress when she moved. Her flaming red hair was pulled up into a tight bun at the back of her neck. A delicate face with a scattering of freckles and deep green eyes held my attention as she moved beside me and put the stethoscope in her ears."I need to check your breathing. Please take a deep breath." she. " It's all right, like I said. I think she's pretty too. I don't blame you for looking." At that moment Helen entered the living room again, and I said: "Helen, Alfred thinks you're the prettiest woman in the world, and he can't stop looking at you."I don't know which of the two turned the deepest red, but Helen was the first to recover."Oh, he does? Well, then we've better give him a little show, don't we?" She was wearing the white skirt I had suggested, and it really was so thin, that her.