The beautiful handiwork of Italian tailors that she had worn to many highcourt events was now utterly ruined. The expertly woven cloth-of-goldhairnet ...as hanging from her loose black hair - hair which only a littlewhile ago had been breathtakingly silky and smooth, but was now muddy andsticky.Her shoes were stuck in the mud a few hundred metres away along with thesilver fox furcoat, all dirtied by the torrential rain that hit Portugalevery so often. Leading up to princess de Pastino one could. I tried to keep my perversion to myself."Should I?" NOW" she replied.I tried to pull her pants down but they were tightly tucked. I tried to unbutton them but they were too tight to be opened from behind. Ultimately I came forward to face her. I was smiling."You are smiling and you have a hard on too?" she looked at me. I was looking down in shame but couldn't control my smile.I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped it. While doing it, I pressed around her clit too a bit. Once the jeans loosened, I. I grabbed her fleshy buns in my palms, kneading and caressing her ass, trying to steady myself while Judy's asshole clenched and unclenched around me in pre-orgasmic twitches and her fingers became a whirling blur on her clit. "Uuuuh soooo good," she panted, murmuring brokenly between gasping yelps, "I can feel you uuhh... So deep in my ass aaaah... Gonna cum, baby... Oooooh fuck, so full of cock ooooh! Your cock in my ass aahhhh! Making me cuuuh-uuhh-uuuhm!"I sank my fingers into Judy's plump. Of course, the French were guilty of a lot worse with the Louisiana Purchase but they had the excuse of having their backs to the wall in Europe and needing to assume a more defensive posture. In a way, I guess they deserted their French speaking compatriots in Canada and it was not as bad a debacle as the Maginot line or the abandonment at Dien Bien Phu.We bypassed the red-light district and soon were immersed in the ebb and flow of humanity that filled the streets of Portland. I wondered.