United States of America embossed in gold on the front, she smiled as she stepped forward to hand it to the customs agent. She was home. Well, on Amer...can soil at least. ‘Business or pleasure?’ the man repeated the question that had plagued her for hours on the plane. ‘I’m returning home,’ she smiled. The man looked up from the screen and smiled. ‘Welcome home then. How long were you away?’ ‘Twenty-six years.’ ‘That’s a long time. What brings you back?’ ‘I’m getting re-married,’ she answered.. “Sit down.” I demand. Stephanie hovers over my cock, as if she is trying to figure out which way she should sit down. She lowers herself as I watch my pulsating cock enter her tight pussy. She moans loudly as I enter her inch by inch. I clench her bum and lift it until just the tip is inside of her. I grab her hips and force her down. Getting the hint Stephanie places her hand on my chest and takes over. With each time that she bounces on my cock I slap her ass indicating for her to ride me. ” When a girl gets excited, her vagina gets very wet.” “As you can see, my vagina is very wet, and that’s because you were sucking my breasts!” “To really make a girl happy,” she continued, “ it’s almost always a good idea to ask her if she would like her vagina sucked too.” Taking her fingers, Emma spread her labia and pointed out her clitoris. “The clitoris is what makes a woman feel good,” she explained. “When you suck her vagina, make sure you spend a lot of time sucking and rubbing your. .they were all impressed, I could see it and I felt it............I dripped with wealth, power and sophistication and the men were envious and the women couldn't stop looking at me...............and I greedily, but subtly gobbled the attention and the young waitress who came to serve me trembled and stuttered noticeably when we began conversing about the menu.............she was a beautiful, voluptuous indian girl, scarcely into her twenties, dark skinned, with jet black hair that was pulled.