Is it always that much?" she asked as I watched her drag a finger through it and, seemingly without thinking, put it in her mouth."I think you helped,...Alex. You'd help any guy get off." Well, that hasn't happened in quite a while. I've gotta say, I've missed it, missed the sexual side of life. This was actually quite wonderful," she said, standing up as I took her in my arms and kissed her again, this time with the full, open passion of the moment.Her bare breasts pressed against my chest felt. “I can’t take anymore” I cried as I withdrew completely “Its my turn to enjoy you!” She stood up and I embraced her. Our lips touched. Pecking her, I threw her head back and planted a huge snog on her tender neck. Working my way round I kissed and snogged her whole neck. She moaned with pleasure clutching me tightly. I licked her lips, enticing her mouth to open, whereupon we engaged in a deep french kiss, grappling tongues ferociously. “Hmmm” we both murmured from the back of our throats. She. . she might get a commission for a portrait in oil! The sketches would sell for the equivalent of five dollars in American money, with three dollars going to her. And, she could expect generous tips -- it was the custom in such establishments!Of course, wardrobe was a problem. She didn't even own a long gown, except for a very girlish one in cotton gingham. Perhaps that is why Ernesto had so tactfully suggested taking her shopping.Driving along the Paseo de la Reforma in her mentor's midnight. Her hands moved down from her tits to embed themselves in my hair, holding my head between her smooth thighs. I continued to lick and suck her clit, my two fingers slippery with her juices from sliding in and out of her pussy. She started tensing up, forcing her pussy against my face as her moans drew out longer and longer.Finally, she seemed to start convulsing while crying out loudly and I could feel her pussy becoming flooded with even more of her juices. I continued what I was doing as she.