Julie wasn't your typical pinch yourself and thank god you're a man kind of woman, but there was something about her. I know for a fact her rather lar...e breasts and stern personality were a turn on to me, and having always dreamt of the older woman fantasy, I've had many a naughty thought. She calls out the window to say hello and as she leans on the frame her breasts press together showing her amazing cleavage. I don't think she knows what she's doing but I enjoyed the view whilst it. “Of course sir,” Linsey said with a big smile on her face.She stood up again, as I turned up the music. Linsey began to dance provocatively in front of me. She swayed her hips, and shook her ass. Slowly she pulled down her panties a little, then bent over with her ass facing me. She bent right down, her head down at her ankles, as her hands drew her panties all the way to the floor.Her ass was amazing, what a sight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Such a peach of an ass. She looked back. I watched her reenter the theater, glancing back at me briefly before disappearing beyond the closed glass door and into the dark lobby. She looked happy. That made me happy. Not because I had time with some exceptionally hot young Russian females about to happen. But because she'd be there with me in the end hopefully always. Neither of us needed to hold desperately to each other afraid of any distance becoming a yawning crag of separation. We loved each other and that was wonderfully. Chastity sat back on the four poster bed in the bedroom that had been allocated to her. ‘What is there about you that makes them think you’re a witch?’ She asked in an ambiguously coy way. ‘You certainly don’t look like my idea of a witch!’ ‘There aren’t that many people with such white skin and hair as me,’ Une explained. Chastity laughed. ‘I thought witches had pointed black hats and rode on broomsticks.’ She looked conspiratorially at Innocence. ‘No,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘I think they.