Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view would get better. My conversation companions were oblivious, they did not have the same ang...e of vision and in any case they were entertained talking about this and that. I finished my meal and went to fetch a new plate with some pieces of fruit, seizing the occasion to adjust my bench so that my viewpoint was perfect. And as I looked up I could now see all the way up her inner thighs. She had lifted her skirt a little so that there was. Nice to see you," I said.Raffaela was in a black sweater and short black skirt, almost like mom. She had the same wonderful figure, of course. Mom looked at me. Her earlier smile had been modified by anxiety and strain. I wondered what was on her mind.Dinner was uneventful. Raffaela told us about her adjustment problems. Mom and I listened, exchanging glances every now and then. I couldn't read her face, but Raffaela didn't seem to notice anything.The stew was wonderful. We had some more wine. Holding her ass-cheeks wide apart, he began to push the head of his cock into her pinkly puckered anus, which yielded, amazing as it was, enough to take the thickness of the glans. (His own seeping seminal fluid helped.) Wendy gasped and bucked forward slightly.But she came back hard against it, surprising Chris and causing him to lose his balance momentarily. Wendy stopped rubbing her clitoris with her finger and reached low to cup his balls in her hand, trusting him to move up into her anus. The squirt was so intense that her juices wet my face completely. It was so mesmerizing that I kept licking all the squirt juices from my face enjoying every moment of it. She then came forward and kissed me. Our lips locked for about 20 minutes. In that time we kissed, and then she licked all her juices off my face and spit them in my mouth for me to drink. It was such an amazing feeling.Then she said “how about some cream?” and before I could say anything, she took her cone in which all the.