Lady Dee was a professional, she was attentive to my needs and she was a hard worker. I thought she would make me a wonderful wife and I wanted her. ...She was quality and I loved her. The sex was good, straight forward stuff like the missionary position, some doggy style and good head. She had a pretty pussy with long black bushy hair on it, reminded me of Don King's hair but it was adult and a real turn on to me. The pussy lips were dark with a colorful pink middle when parted and I could. "The way you wiggled your hips, the look on your face when you saw how hot you made me…" Okay, okay, I admit it. I do like it when people look at me in that way," she confessed at last. "It does make me feel more attractive." Well," I smiled at her. "I think we can explore that, imagine if we did something like this outside!" What? Tear our clothes off and finger ourselves?" Sally blurted out."No, not to that extreme, but maybe we could touch each other, play around a little, maybe we could. Keith looked at Gemma quietly and not quite knowing what he should say. He still had no idea as to why the NZ Police where inquiring about these guys and didn’t want to say anything he didn’t have to say if he thought it would keep Gemma from getting into any trouble.“Ah ... well...” Keith began, “ ... um ... well ... I’m not sure where these two are either. I do recognise these photos as that tattooed couple that came in on the bus this morning ... but ... but ... where they are now ... well. "Oh no you didn't," she giggled, "I'm Sarah," and ran back to join the others.A glowing barbeque, ice -cold champagne, a beautifully warm night and four extremely sexy women, I'd died and gone to heaven.I stood at the barbeque, "Why is it always the men-folk who do the cooking at barbeques? Turning the steaks with one hand and smoking a joint with the other one while I watched the four girls dancing together, Mum (I think) with Paige and Sarah (I think) with Claire.Paige and mum were lip locked.