"The shop was very stylish as most modern sex shops are now. No more skulking in tatty little back streets, catering for men in shabby raincoats. Now,...sex shops were in high streets and shopping malls, their high-class wares on display openly. We entered into a quiet, well appointed shop floor, with cabinets and display cases around the walls, clothing hung on racks. The woman who greeted Ali like an old friend was tall and slim, rich, dark skin with gorgeous jet-black hair reaching down her. I just love it when you eat me out after having the tip of that seat working into my fuck hole."Her crude talk always turned me on, and I gladly lay back on the bed as she removed her Lycra outfit. She then came up and straddled my face with her muscular, sweaty thighs, and I was almost overwhelmed with the pleasant, yet strong aroma of her hairy and sweaty crotch. Just as happened in Rochester, she sometimes tasted differently and her juices were periodically a little thicker. I had learned to. She dropped something on the floor, and when she bent over to pick it up, I saw dark brown stains on her white shorts, where they had been wedged up her crack! My mouth watered and I wanted to lean over right then for a sniff, but realized there were too many people who could see. I waited for my opportunity, and after the main band came on, I got my chance! When the band started playing, the only lights that were on were the stage lights, leaving our section very dark. She had stood up like. By the time I got to the kitchen Tony was already eating his breakfast.I picked the movie that night, neither of us said anything about the night before. I was in bed only a few minutes, when Jenny called me, “JJ, can you do me a favour, will you get me some underwear to ware tomorrow, something nice, and bring it in to me please, oh and will you bring in the small purple pouch at the back of the drawer too, thanks”. Jenny had just asked me to select her lingerie for tomorrow, to explore her.