Once free of the white nylon overcoat, she brought her arms behind her and allowed the garment to pile in a crumpled heap at his feet. She next brou...ht her hands to her front, down to the bottom of her maroon sweater. Keith, growing harder by the moment, began to squirm beneath her, convinced that she was about to alleviate herself from the weight of a knit sweater, but was disappointed when she instead began unfastening her belt, the black leather and small silver rivets coming free of the. ." What do you mean, "But' I came to the Appraisal Road Show to have my tits appraised so that I can have them insured. Are you the tit appraiser?" No, Natalie we appraise items such as chairs, armoires, art work and so forth. Appraising parts of the female anatomy is not part of what we do." Couldn't you make it part of what you do?" I'm afraid not but thank you for coming in. If you ever have an item, that's not a body part, bring it in and we'll talk. Now if you'll excuse me there are people. Is that all I get,” she smiled, standing in front of him, the inviting camel-toe almost touching his face, the smouldering heat of passion burning between her thighs, the intimacy of closeness increasing expectation, stimulus reacting to urgent gestures and responsive movements, slipping his finger into the deep groove, teasing the fleshy lips and clitoris, feeling the warmth and the wetness seeping through the fabric, breathing in the aromatic smell of mature sex, the flirtatious interaction. I was about to cum, and I was preparing to pull out. Jill noticed and said, “Oh no, fill me with it. I want to feel you cum inside me.” I shot stream after stream into her tight cunt. When I finished, I collapsed beside her on the bed. We lay there for a while and when I got up I saw that the curtains were open. I looked out and I saw a couple looking in from the hotel next to us. I said, “Looks like we had an audience.” Jill got off the bed and walked over to me at the window. We stood naked.