The outfit would give their skin a much darker tone than they already had. A single brassiere was put in the kit since Bob told the wizard it was for ... male-female team. It was well padded between a C and D cup. The pants were a vivid plum and that matched the pointed toe slippers. As Bob looked at the shoes he knew they'd fit Lesley's dainty feet but wasn't sure about his own. The final item was a veil for each of their faces."Only one wig?" Lesley asked."Your hair is naturally feminine," Bob. As my eyes scanned his body, I could see glistening puddles of opaque fluid dotting his torso from where the first shot splashed against his neck to where the last of his load oozed over my hand and collected in a pool on his pubic mound. As he lay with his eyes closed, I thought again about bringing my cum-covered fingers to my mouth and tasting his creamy discharge, but I worried Bobby might see me, so I suppressed the urge.Finally his eyes fluttered open, and as they met mine I just smiled. If I thought the touch of her tongue was amazing, when she wrapped her lips around and took me to the hilt, I almost passed out. As she moved her head up and down, she reached down and started stroking my shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other and gently squeezed. I grabbed her hair with both of my hands and pushed her head all the way down. As I started moving my hips back and forth, she reached up and slipped her finger in my ass. My head almost exploded, and my cock did,. European French, not Canadien, but it was close enough." I have to say I was pretty impressed," Buddha grinned. "Not only was Giselle about the best thing I'd ever seen in what passed for a bikini back then, she picked up surfing like no one I've ever seen, before or since. She was there the next day, then the next, and, well, one thing led to another. About six weeks later, I happened to ask her when she had to get back to work, just out of curiosity, you know, and she said she had to be back.