I sighed with relief that we were still alive when we arrived.Cayenne stomped into the shop, with me trailing meekly behind. “Do you have my partner...��s tuxedo ready for a final fitting?” she asked.When I caught up with her, I found that she’d addressed the question to the handsy assistant. He blanched when he saw me.“Perhaps you’d better fetch the manager,” I suggested to him.The assistant disappeared into the back room at a substantial rate of knots. Cayenne frowned at me. She seemed to be just. My job was to show her how any amount of spending money can ever match the feeling of my tongue and hands exploring her body and ultimately my cock thrusting deeply in and out of her pussy. Christmas was approaching and we arranged to go Christmas shopping. She was to travel on the Friday night and go back home on the Sunday. Alan could stay at home and look after the cats. The train arrived at the station, I picked her up and took her to my house. On arrival, she went in to the kitchen and. I knew I was lying, but I had to make an effort. She was forward and bold, and soon we were talking about our significant others, and what was missing. I revealed to her something that my wife would have killed me for telling, but I loved to eat pussy and my wife wouldn’t let me very often. In fact I told her that a fantasy of mine was to be made to eat pussy of several women, one right after another. She smiled and I thought I saw a twitch her legs after that comment. Right now, I think. " Kelly snapped, sounding muchmore like a petulant teenager than he'd intended."Oh, poo," Audrey said, taking him by the hand, "come, on. The ladiesare holding some spots for us for dinner. We're having Moroccantonight." Ohh, sounds good," said Cathy as she walked along with Audrey andadmired the park.As they were crossing into The World Showcase, Kelly said, "Ok. Please,let's stop for a moment."Audrey and Cathy turned to look at him."I get it," Kelly said. "I get that I have to maintain this.