“Rather pay for the real thing” – you thought as we wound up at the plastic flowers section.You knew I kept my mostache trimmed. We passed the e...ectric razors, and you considered if you could consider shaving under my jocks with a real scissors rather than with an electric one like you used to once a week.“For curly hair” you read out – grabbing the attention of the salesman already following your ass since you walked in; wondering which one of us had curls.Some of you friends had started using. .. I mean I had no actual plans, yes wild dreams ... She’s one fucking handsome mature woman in her mid 30s, but suddenly I was being asked to help her undress. The black cardigan was easy, just one single button at the top and I put it on the chair next to the bed. Trembling I leaned round her and removed a stunning necklace, which she retrieved the gold charm from her ample freckled cleavage. Booth was Canadian and not overly pretty, just well put together. Her chin was small and very weak. "I love it, just as it is," I said, and moved my mouth down to her pussy. The lips were glistening with her juice, and I licked gently to taste it. I gave a long lap of her pussy with my tongue, from bottom to top, and looked up at her. Her head was thrown back, and she had her face tensed.I pressed my tongue in her, then pulled it out and gave a tentatively lick to her clitoris. She jerked, so I did it again. She jerked again. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, and slid my forefinger into. Megan passed through customs on her way to the domestic departures concourse where she would wait to board her connecting flight. She had flown into Kennedy three times and these passageways with their bright colors and multitude of different advertisements were always amazing, but now very familiar to her. She moved along smartly until she saw two groups of video monitors with the words ‘Departures’ and ‘Arrivals’ printed above their respective passageways. She identified her flight and moved.