Wewere both trying to hug, kiss, rub bodies together, remove our ownclothes, and remove the other person's clothes. It almost seemed thatshe was tryin... to keep her clothes on and my hands away from her pussy.I was naked when I finally dropped to my knees in front of her to pullup her skirt and pull down her panties. Then I stopped. She had a cock.I was dumbfounded. I had gone on vacation to this place so I could goto this brothel and have normal straight sex with a woman. She wasprobably. “No, I’d like to have a smoke first, and finish theglass of wine.” We both laughed. It was funny,actually.To my amazement, she reached over and squeezed my cock!“Well, it can wait,” she said.At that point, it couldn’t wait! I reached over andlightly outlined one of her large nipples with the tipof my finger.She put her glass on the coffee table, and reached overand took my cigarette and put it out, then took myglass of wine, and put it down on the coffee. The strawberry lube lay next to us so he flipped the lid and squirted some onto his finger and popped it into his mouth, `Yummy' he said with a silly smirk and then squirted a load all over my cock and started to give me a sloppy wank. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensations and I felt Paul repositioning himself. I didn't realise how he was repositioning himself until I opened my eyes to see him sat astride my cock and felt the head being held against his hole. I started to protest saying. That sort of return rate seemed odd, but I passed it off as too small a sample to mean anything. The returns were accompanied by the refund/exchange proof slip that was filled out by the returnee. One was Sharon Smythe's and the reason for return was, "battery burned out". The other was signed by another woman, whose name I was familiar with and the excuse for return was "low battery life".I noticed the small size of the handle and wondered just how big a battery it might have. I mean, how long.