My memory kicks in at Ginny rising from between my thighs and coming to rest on my lap again. She kissed me heavily and I could so very clearly taste ...yself on her – in her. I loved it. There is almost no way to accurately describe the taste, it was sort of muted and had no distinct flavour, but there was certain musk, a hint of tang. This mixed brilliantly with her own taste. I knew it was my turn to give her something to remember – something she wouldn’t forget. And it wasn’t simple. It made me look like a lady out of a historical film, a Mozart play, for example, with tits pushed to maximum size. The top squeezed my assets only slightly, which I gladly accepted for a deep cleavage. Since it was cheap, I bought it too. Slowly I got in the mood to play with the saleswoman, left the fitting, and asked for her opinion on the black top. Chrissy was in her mid-twenties, five foot six tall, thick black curly hair, and had a voluptuous figure like in a Rubens painting. She. ” I did too s0000 I listened as the lady told her story.“Your Honour, I had a mammogram appointment, which I actually kept. I was met by this perky little clipboard carrier smiling from ear to ear and she tilted her head to one side and crooned, “Hi! I’m Belinda! All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear?”I’m thinking, “Belinda, try decaf. This ain’t rocket science.”Belinda then skipped away to prepare the chamber of. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over. I kissed the head of his dick and he moaned loud. He looked down at me completely amazed as I swirled my tongue around the head. Finallhy this is going somewhere. I kneeled on the seat so I could get his cock further down my throat. I surprised him by taking it all into my mouth and bobbing my head up and down on his big dick. He groaned and reached over grabbing my ass, pulling me even closer. He rubbed my pussy lips through my thong and I moaned on his.