Quite upset, the policeman proceeds to alcohol-test (breath test) the Englishman and verifies that he is indeed totally sloshed.He asks the Englishman...if he knows why, under French Law, he is going to be arrested.The Englishman answers with a bit of humour,“No sir, I do not! But while we’re asking questions, do you realize that this is a British car and that my wife is driving on the other side?”This has been made possible by a sharing Reader.If God was a Woman...1. Sex would smell like. My Prospect realized what had happened and decided to lift me off so I could recuperate a little. I had a plan to suck on his cock, but Shaz leaned over on all fours and beat me to it. So I played tonsil hockey with him instead. Until Shazs slightly darker Prospect presented me with his big and fat cock. He didnt have time to blink, before his cock was swimming in my mouth. Once inside my mouth, I realized that he was much rougher with me then the Prospect I recently played with. By now I could. No words were exchanged at this moment and none were needed, as this was something that was sacred to both women. They stared into each other’s eyes as they groaned, moaned and panted with exertion.Both of them lost track of how long they were doing this, a moment, a minute, an hour, it didn’t matter. Their slippery pussies rubbed and kissed each other as they kept shifting and moving, both of them seeking release. It happened almost as suddenly as they felt the first rising within themselves.. Now put yourhands behind your back like a good girl." Missy obeyed and Auntiestrapped the pink leather cuffs around her wrists and attached smalllocks to the cuffs. Then seemed to attach them together with anotherlock. The cuffs were attached to a collar which was fastened around herneck. Neither the collar or cuffs were tight - in fact they were verycomfortable, but Missy was now effectively bound. There was no escapeand the cuffs were attached to a short chain on a belt that hadsomething.