Then I started talking about interior background related to my construction profession. She was interested much and the talk was going smooth. We both...also wanted to pass time.Then we were given magazines to read which also had some interior pattern. She was watching at the patterns and I was watching the girl’s pics in the magazine. She noticed this too and gave me a naughty smile once again. Then she inquired about me and my profession, interests and so on.She asked me if she can approach me. Brittany and Rachel laughed and wanted me to pick out some panties for Jennifer. So I picked up a pair of red ultra sheer lacy thong panties held them up high and stretched them out and said that these would do. The girls all cracked up laughing. Rachel exclaimed, “those are exactly the kind she wears if she wears any at all!” And they all really cracked up laughing at that. Brittany seriously said, “I’m not wearing any!” and quickly flipped the back of her mini skirt up exposing her butt. She leans back and my thick, veiny, and dribbling 8 inches slides deep into her red hot pussy in one smooth movement. My eyes roll back in my head and she lets out another long moan. I set into a rythmn, thrusting deep into her as she bounces back onto me, perfectly in time. Our eyes are locked on each other in the mirror as we fuck faster and faster. I can feel her squeezing me with her pussy, sometime really hard, sometimes relaxing completely, building the sensations in my throbbing manhood.. I was certain she hadn’t spilled that drink on me with an intention of sharing her virginity with me. But at some point, her feelings had overcome every obstacle - my marriage, my short time in the Netherlands, her religion, and even her fear of pregnancy.I wondered just how concerned I should be for her. She seemed to accept the reality of the situation, and other than wishing I could stay and asking if and when I might return, she hadn’t behaved in a way that concerned me. Well, not with.