He was holding me in his arms, showering my nipples inloving kisses. My breasts by then had become more rounded, pointed andperky, real female breasts... While treating me like his woman, he whisperedin my ear: "Ophelia, my love, your breasts taste just like those of anyother woman. They are wonderful!" I was seconds away from weeping out ofthe deepest joy and realization. Mustapha's loving words were striking thewomanliest chords in me, and all I could do was take his kisses and rewardhim with. ‘It’s not a meal without dessert!’ They both took menus and ordered liqueurs. Cognac for her and Grand Marnier for him. When they arrived they ordered chocolate souffle and coffee. ‘You know I can’t thank you enough for the way you’ve taken care of me. You are the perfect gentleman.’ ‘It’s been a pleasure.’ he answered, which was the truth, but he hated being called being a gentleman. ‘Nobody’s gotten laid being a gentleman,’ he thought to himself, but it had been a pleasure and he was prepared. He was serving in the Royal Canadian Air Force, which he joined before the United States officially entered the war. He is most famous for his poem,"High Flight."Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthof sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,I've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy. I’m cumming inside you!”As I begin to spray my love juice high up inside her dark, hairy pussy, I feel Zita’s body tense and twitch above me, as possibly for the first time ever, I experience the wonders of a simultaneous orgasm. Zita’s black hair is all over my face, her scent in my nostrils as her nails dig deep into my thighs and I unload huge strings of hot cum inside her. I’ve never cum so hard and heavy before and my balls contract so hard it’s almost.