If you say things loud enough and long enough then people'll believe it. Y'know the Froggies are always sayin' that they have a monopoly on culture. H...h, don't know when they translated Shakespeare from the French! And like Germans have square heads. 'Tisn't true, they're more bullet shaped. And Dutchmen wear clogs. Not true at all. Doesn't stop us calling 'em Cloggies 'though. And the French eat anything from under a flat stone that can't get away - well that is true of course.So I thought I'd. Julie squealed as she saw them, and kissed me."The flowers were such a lovely thought, darling Jon, thank you again!"The room was warm and romantically lit, and I stopped Julie as she moved towards her wardrobe."Julie my darling, can you please teach me how to take your clothes off? Do you need the dress unclipping at the back?"She squealed again, this time with anticipation. Then she showed me, between kisses, how to help her get out of her dress.The results were rather similar to the previous. She lets the lather wash down my rear end but then drops the soap so she can run her exploring fingers to and fro over my ass-cheeks and thighs. This time I'm the one who's sighing. I give her backside the same treatment, her firm thighs and buttocks slippery and undulating beneath my hands. She pulls me closer until our bodies mesh in a squishy, squiggly embrace. She starts putting strategically placed little kisses on my neck and shoulders. I can't help but squirm with pleasure and our. He was tall, at least 6 feettall and pretty muscular with a shaved head and skin as black as the night. I couldn't help but think wow, mom is into black guys and wondering if he has a huge cock. I blushed at this thoughtand my cock thumped againand my asshole felt tingly like I needed somethingbig and hard. They broke their kiss as themansaid to give him a minute to use the bathroom. She told him where it was as he slapped her ass.This made her cry out a bit but then turn and smile as she.