"A BRA?" he thought. He unbuttoned the top few buttons, which were nowon the wrong side of the shirt, and looked to see two small, but veryreal breas...s encased in a black bra. "Is this really happening?"He grabbed at the A-cup breasts through the bra and he knew they werereal. In his hands, he could feel the small fleshy orbs suddenly grow acup size."What the hell?" He was on the verge of tears.The knock on the door shook Andrew from his stupor. He wiped the tearsfrom his eyes, buttoned up. There we had bathroom fuck.No sooner we came out of the bathroom,I told that I want to pound her pussy harder in doggy style,which is her favorite position.She is looking for the same.With each stroke,she is moaning so loud and pleading to show her the hell!!I asked her to place legs on my shoulders.I pulled her towards me and ramming the pussy.As she wants to ride,she sat on my cock holding my thighs and I held her boobs.With each stroke, she is moaning louder and louder.I told I am about to. I had been told the best market was in a square near the river, Sverresborg being roughly where Budapest was on my Earth. Finding the river was easy enough, finding the market slightly more difficult, though finally I used common sense and simply asked one of the 'official' spies trailing me.I had to admit I was impressed, if there were markets like this on Earth, then I had failed to find one. They sold everything from food to weapons (swords AK47's, arrows), clothing to gold bars. I was. Now let me take a moment to describe Mrs. D. for those who missed the story of our first adventure. She was a teacher at the school that John and I had graduated from 5 years ago. She wasn’t a small lady but I wouldn’t describe her as fat either. If I was searching for a word I would say that rubenesque fits her best. Short blond hair, pretty face and a full figure, which made her look very attractive. Especially in that dress. The dress was just tight enough show off the curves of her body and.