I looked at her long legs in the tights she wore as part of her work uniform, with a short skirt, and belly shirt.I flipped her skirt over her ass and...saw she was wearing pantyhose and no underwear. I grabbed the material of her hose and pulled until it ripped open exposing her little hairless cunt. “Good girl, shaving that slut hole. I tell her as I slam my cock into it.“FUCK YES,” she screams as I start to drive my cock into her. Curious reaction, I thought to myself but figured I would let. Oh yes, it was some time ago, but I remember the feel of a woman’s flesh, and want to feel it again. To lie again with a woman, to kiss and let our tongues dance together, to see and feel again the beautiful softness of a breast, the nipple a hard bud in my hand. I would take your nipple onto my mouth, gently tease it with my tongue, a soft bite, a suck to raise it off the breast, to suck it hard then let it slip out of my mouth and plop back into place. I would put my hand on your other breast. Tracy looked up and saw me she turned and waved for me to come out, I shook my head and gestured that I was going up to bed, I didn’t give her chance to persuade me with that I turned grabbed a glass of water and headed up to the master suite.I slid back the glass doors that opened onto the terrace and stepped onto the balcony, I looked down and there was Tracy and Sol lingering over their drink, what happened next well was the surprise of my life.Tracy walked over to Sol and kissed him hard on. I left the cathedral with my tail between my legs and went directly to the Reform Club and played whist rather poorly, losing nearly three hundred pounds.At this juncture, I shall turn my story over to the esteemed Mr. Verne, who has documented my trip around the world for the entire world to see and enjoy, lo these many years. I have, however, entered some of the more sensual aspects of that trip, inasmuch as Mr. Verne had no knowledge, or at least was not in a position to document them had he.