.. you taste so damn good." "But Gina, I'm not les..." "Shh..." She put a finger over my mouth and continued working my my slit. I relished in the fee...ing. She was so good at this. As if I wasn't already warm from tanning, this pussy licking was heating me up. Gina flicked my clit and dug her tongue deep into my folds. Her other hand was reached up and squeezing and rolling my nipple. One of my hands gripped her head to keep it there and the other was rubbing my other breast. I rolled and. I was hesitant as she hadn’t seen me drink before but I said yes. We had a great meal and talked all evening as we polished off the wine. Mum suggested we stay for another drink so we headed to the bar. They had an offer on shots so we ended up getting quite a few. We were both pretty drunk as we headed back to the room.Back in the room we got ready for bed, I went to brush my teeth and mum got ready for bed. As I waked out the bathroom I wasn’t expecting to see her in her underwear, she looked. Nothing that is until he reached the back of the store. There among toasters and other random relics of a by-gone era sat what could only be called a genie's lamp.Now, John was no fool. He knew damn well genies were not real but he also felt a strange urge to buy this lamp. It just needed a good polish and it could probably fetch double or more from some antiques dealer. John picked up the deceptively heavy lamp and carried it to the register to buy it. The little old man behind the counter. I mean, I know I made you tell me with my mind powers and all, but still. We have ‘cultural attaches’ at the London embassy, they’ll see to it, possibly him, too.”“Well,” He said, smiling back, taking another drink, and dipping the end of his cigar in the brandy. “For what it’s worth, I’d planned to skip out on the bill anyway.”They shared a small laugh at that.“As for what happened upstairs,” Helen explained. “The first guys in the windows were wiped out before they even set foot inside. I.