HE replied something in Dutch as well, but even if it had been in English she wouldn't have understood,... "JON?!" That was her former Master's name. ...hey were speaking Dutch, and her former Master was from the Netherlands. "No," she thought, "that would be too much of a coincidence." She turned to face him and her eyes opened wide in surprise and shock. "Oh my god," she kept thinking. That's why he had looked familiar earlier. Now she recognized his features from his picture she had looked at. Once she was away Andrea sat back down beside me and I just lay back to enjoy the ride. It wasn't very long before I had my breath back and wanting to play a more active role. Reaching up I took hold of Lillian's titties, squeezing them and pulling gently at her nipples. When I had her nipples swollen I sat up, changing position slightly so that I could take them in my mouth again, suckling gently at them. I was enjoying myself, but it lacked something, and I decided to take matters into my own. She leaned a little further out, wanting a better view. Her hand steadying her on the fence that separated the two yards. The blonde woman’s beautiful body writhed with utter delight as the man’s mouth found her dark thatched mound. Her hands flew into his hair and clutched at it desperately. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, working her with is mouth. Brooke could tell how much he loved it as he knelt on his knees with her legs draped over his shoulders. The couch had long. Countless nights spent fingering her pussy and dreaming of him made her sweaty and her breathing ragged. They walked to the bike. After helping her with the helmet strap, he mounted, then helped her to situate herself on the seat. The days might be tropical but the nights can be quite cool on the bike with the wind whipping by, the leather jacket was soon well appreciated. Eva tucked herself into his back. Firmly clasping her arms around his waist she left him no doubt that she was digging him..