That deserved a smack to the back of the head which he duly received, his uniform hat knocked down over his face, which he quickly removed and laid on...the seat next to him. “I recall you enjoy living dangerously miss but a joint suicide might be a bit much!” His open laughter touched something deep inside, but somewhat higher than other sensations he had given her. A thought suddenly occurred to her he never said her name, not ever and as she thought further the reason was simple, he didn’t. Taking a long look in the mirror I then said, “This would definitely need stockings.” Gwen agreed, “Yes, either black or dark beige.” I looked at Emma and said, “Do you sell stockings here?” “Yes,” Emma responded. I smiled at her, my sexy flirting smile, “Not pantyhose, but thigh high stockings.” Emma smiled back at me with a similar flirting smile, “Yes ma’am. That is all I wear as well. I would recommend French Coffee.” It was my turn to be impressed. “I have never heard of French Coffee as a. Finally Marie reappeared naked as her name day; I pulled above me and twisted so I could get my tongue between her legs. She gasped as I lapped at her clit, moaning with pleasure. “Fuck me… please… now.” She gasped. Carly must have heard her as we all started moving around the bed. Marie was sandwiched between us and I lay behind her. It wasn’t difficult to push myself into her and I started pounding her hard as Carly kissed her neck and breasts. Marie was gasping, screaming out in ecstasy in. I was snapping away furiously and had to direct them a little to slow them down or stop so I could get some clear shots of Bernhard’s cock at various degrees of penetration in Elsa’s hot hole. Some of the best were with me on my back taking shots from the floor with the fucking action taking place above me. Some of the photos which showed Elsa stood up and bent over with a massive cock in her came out very well. They were enhanced even more by her wearing her stockings and with her heavy tits.