There was a legend that if you stood in front of the fountain and threw a coin over your shoulder that you would return to the fountain. Charlotte did...'t believe in the legend at all I fact she thought it was childish yet she went to visit the fountain regardless. Charlotte got off the metro and was walking along the road from the Spanish steps toward the fountain when a young Italian man approached her. Charlotte watched the man as he approached his olive skin and chiselled jaw line made. My fluid was all over her face, and as her mouth hung open strands of cum stretched between her lips. It was time to drop the act. I pulled out and she lifted her nightie off over her head, removing most of my cum with it. The leftovers of our fuck were left gathered on the upper part of her chest, on her neck and in her hair. I took off my mask and we giggled at each other. I genuinely liked Marianne and I hoped she was happy with what had happened. "You came pretty quick tonight." "So did. “Those things are called stirrups, boys,” she continued, “I put my feet in them like this..” and with that our dreams began to come true, she hitched her skirt right up to her waist, exposing her white cotton panties, and put her feet in the stirrups so her knees were bent up and apart. We could see right between her thighs at the gusset of her panties. She shifted her bottom forwards a little and the whole crotch part of her knickers was visible. My erection was huge in my pants. I. ”“You mean that if I do this you’re gonna get hot, or you gonna get hot for me?”“What fucking difference does it make?”“Well don’t think you get to stick your dick in me just because I dance for you, OK?”“Yeah, okay, that wasn’t my plan so put the music on, let’s see what you got.”Fran threw her robe onto the bed and walked over to the boom box. She fiddled with the disk until she got the tune she wanted then stepped back in front of me. The desk chair I sat on had arms so she leaned over and.