Having ripped off her shirt and bra, Angel was massaging her breasts with one hand and running her fingers through my hair, stammering how good it fel... and how much she had missed my touch. While working diligently, I couldn’t help but look up and admire her full breasts, dominating my view as if I was standing at the base of two mountains. Without the slightest pause, I performed my much-enjoyed duty until Angel experienced her first climax, filling the house with her shrill calls of ecstasy.. “Love you too, sis.”I was glad he wasn’t a dick about it. Heh, dick ... speaking of dick... I watched the video that I had taken earlier, but the light wasn’t great and the phone had been too far away to pick up much of our sex sounds. I managed to give myself a small orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to touch him, to feel his skin against mine again. I ached for him! Finally, I had an idea. I searched the net and found what I needed: a free service that allows you to send and receive text. Proud. Handsome. Just as I remembered him. Time had not passed, it seemed… I felt another trickle of juice down my leg… My thong was, by now, completely wet. My pussy hadn´t been able to control itself. All those feelings came back. They had never gone away… Before I could open my mouth to say anything, after the initial shock, since I wasn´t expecting him yet, he came inside the suite and without saying a word, he kissed me. Hard at first. Like a hungry wolf. His hands were holding me so. A bodybuilder, still in great shape, with a massive, beautifully cut cock. He had hundreds of female fans. In fact, two of them attended the party, and had come a long way to ‘meet’ him. Arlette, Bertrand’s wife was also there, having organized the evening with all its sex games and activities. She was a well-known porn actress in the French-speaking world. Slim, big tits and bi-sexual, and now about fifty years’ old, but still as hot as hell. There were also two other young ladies, with.