This time she was gone over an hour. When she came back to the party room her hair was slightly messed up. She informed me that we needed to go. I too... her hand and we went to the car I opened her door and before she say down she pulled her dress up to her waist. She said she didn't want to get it all messy. She sat her cum filled pussy and ass on my leather seat. On the way home she sat crossed legged and told me in detail how she had been fucked. I asked about the last guy, was his cock big. In our private box in the opera house, she positioned her chair slightly behind me, leaned forward, pressing her breasts in to my back and shoulder, and spoke softly into my ear throughout the performance, translating the words as they were sung. It WAS much more interesting when you could understand what was being said. I had had no inkling that she knew Italian, and told her so when we had been seated for dinner. I fought a losing battle to keep my gaze above her prodigious cleavage (a. The beam cut through child and mother when he pulled the trigger.-=/\=-"NO!" An earsplitting cry from the bunk tore T'Pol out of the shared nightmare. She shot up from her meditation pillow and raced over to the bed. Trip was sitting wide-eyed, shaking and sweating profoundly. His breathing was rapid and erratic."It was a dream," she said softly. "We're safe Trip." He looked at her, lost in the horror of the images that he had just seen.She gently pushed him back down again and brushed a few. I sent a brief explanation with a few links, and told them to call me if there were still questions.I was dressed and ready to go at seven. I went downstairs and found Mrs. Trinh also dressed and sipping a cup of tea in the living room. She was watching the Food Network of course.She was wearing a very smart, but conservative dress. She looked good for an older woman, and much less matronly than her usual appearance. Obviously prepared to knock Guy Fieri's socks off, I thought.The drive up to.