“So long as you take care, you don’t really have to worry.”“Wow,” Stacey said, this look of awe flitting over her face. “That’s so cool....��“Yeah,” I said, unzipping my skirt and then shoving it down. I had on a pair of sky-blue panties that had failed to contain my big futa-dick. It thrust out the top of the waistband, throbbing and pulsing there.“Oh, my gosh!” gasped Stacey who was in the process of dropping her skirt. She had a matching pair of pink panties with a white heart over her pubic. .." is all I managed to murmur in between quick sensual French kisses."Ahem..." coughed the driver interrupting us, "turning into your road sir."We composed ourselves, smiling at each other shyly. I got out my compact and cleared up the slight mess we had made of my make up, vowing to do it properly as soon as I got in to Lawrence's house.Hand in hand we went into Lawrence's house. Inside I quickly excused myself and went to the bathroom. I ensured my make up was once more perfect and then I. Her spins and leaps seemed to defy gravity.At the end of the piece, she was sweat soaked and her whole body had a sheen of moisture. Her skintight leotard now seemed painted on and was almost translucent. It seemed glued to every inch of her body by her perspiration.She came to sit next to me and I showed her the raw footage that we had shot. I explained that now I had to edit it and choose which camera shots I would use to show her to her best advantage.She giggled. “In Russia, this would have. . She explained me this is wrong . But i keep on insisting.. Finally she was ready to feed me.Shanti: Sirf taste or kuch nahi..I: Aunty sirf thora piuga aur kuch nahi.Then she took me inside her bed room… We sat on the bed and she took out one of the boobs. i stated to suck it slowly holding her from back..then i asked her for the other boobs. she refused and said-Shanti: Phir taste ka hi bola tha… dusre kab bola.I- Aunnty uska taste bhi to lena hai na.SHnati: ek hi taste.. chalo ho gaya..I:.