Chapter 3…….around thirty minutes later, I stirred once again from my delirious sex craved state. Never before had I had such an adrenalin fuelled...orgasm, I sensed Pete wasn’t around. I thought I heard him talking, “maybe he was on the phone” I hadn’t heard it ring, maybe he was phoning someone. But, what a funny thing to do, bring me to two amazing orgasms. Then blow his seed all over me, get up and phone someone. I closed my eyes, for whatever he had in store for me, in the next session this. In the rosy atmosphere of her youth, she assumed everyone wanted that. At the very least, everyone should want it if they understood the challenges of the alternatives and the risky avenues of a world less idealistic.While the airplane was still in the air, she wondered if Venice would look the same.One looks at photos and the answer seems obvious. Of course it does. It remains the same because some things never change.The Coliseum in Rome still had vestiges of the original splendor even in. Newly shaven, her bald pussy was as slick as a peeled peach, and her little brown starfish was wet with her sweat and cunt juices. She slid her ass and pussy all over my face. I couldnt breath at times, but she didnt seem to care. She needed her dirty holes reamed and needed it now. As she roughly rode my face, my tongue was constantly darting up into her pussy and licking out the gooey nectar of her syrupy slit. I thought, god how I love this shitits so slick and salty-sweet, and I can feel. We will begin with your full name, address and date of birth.’ ‘Byron Michael Pollard, I live at 43 Fordyce Crescent Toorak, and my date of birth is the 23rd of March 1978.’ She folded my wallet. ‘I sometimes wonder why we do this, if you weren’t able to memorise those details I’d be surprised. Your car, what make and model is it and what is the registration number?’ She looked at the photo of a car in the file in front of her. ‘If as you said, I could have memorised my name and date of birth,.