. sorry, I was about to go off on another tangent, wasn't I? Wherewere we? Right.I was a little surprised at how good of a dancer she was. She didn'tn...ed to be. Based on the reaction of the crowd to her mere presence itwas obvious that she had that crowd right where she wanted them fromher looks alone. And yet, it was abundantly clear that this was awoman who knew her way around a pole. Her every step, her every minutewiggle, her every coy wink, they were all maneuvers perfectlycalibrated to. ”“Do you plan to do sightseeing?”“Yes. A friend of mine who works for one of our clients is going to take me around tomorrow, and then on Sunday I’m going to the Van Gogh Museum, the Rijksmuseum, the Stedelijk Museum, and Anne Frank’s house.”“You like art?”“Very much,” I said.“Would you like a guide?” she asked with a smile. “To make up for the spilled drink?”Elyse was going to laugh her ass off when I told her about this incident, no matter how it turned out. I’d been in the Netherlands for. “Oh eat my pussy Joe”., she shouted in bliss. Her smooth shaven pussy was my first real pussy. The first time that I had really eaten a pussy so much. I came up to her face and kissed her. My cock was still going crazy and I could feel the wetness in my cock hole. She understood and laid me down. She kissed my lips hard and slowly undid my zipper. My cock was touching her face as she removed my pants.6 inches of manhood stood right up and was throbbing. She threw my pants on the. This hot, sexy man had his fingers buried to the hilt in her, and she was going to ride them until she came all over him. “You're going to come all over my fingers, you sexy bitch. That's right, ride them like the slut you are.” His words inflamed, her eager pussy tightening around his fingers. “You're going to come for me like this, right here. And then I'm going to fuck you so hard. Do you want my cock in you, Mrs. Weiss?” The image of him bending her over the bench on the porch and roughly.