" Zo, you think we Germans do some things better?" I shook my head. "Ach, this is good. Zo many Americans I meet say that everything in America is bet...er. But this cannot be true." No. America certainly isn't perfect. I have seen many things that would be good if America was the same. We have much we could teach each other." I would like to learn from you," she said looking at me. I looked at her again trying to discern if there was anything behind that statement. I know if an American girl. By the weekend Paul had an idea and in the morning he told Trish to expect a big surprise, soon.That night Trish was waiting for Paul, but he hadn't arrived yet. Her urges were growing. She needed some satisfaction soon and grabbed the new dildo. She sucked on it until she and it was wet and slid it in under her lacy thong. Turning on the vibrator made the whole thing extend then contract over and over. She loved it. Her body started to really heat up. Then there was a knock at the door. She. I gather the saliva in my mouth and run my lips along the underside of his spear leaking out my dribble as I move, catching it with my fingers and massaging it around his girth. Deliberately, I glide my wet fist over the head, squeezing it gently to encourage the drop of his own emission that has peeked out of the little slit centered in the helmet of his penis. I look back to see him with his head turned to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth half open as I slide my hand along his cock, slowing. As we were traveling along the highway through rural farming communities and lots of wide open ground, typical of the eastern part of our state, we were discussing things about the DVD I had gotten and what was a turn-on for me and what was for you. And even though we have openly discussed sex and our sex lives (and I believe, we both have considered the thought of us fucking and were close a couple of times, it's still been unspoken between us) this was the most intense and descriptive our.