I told myself, she’s got two doses of foam in her; it’s my second time tonight, surely not much semen left, and Barb thinks we are safe. I...’ll be OK. Neither of us said anything more. She knew what she was doing. I unknowingly enjoyed our time in coitus.I felt the texture of her alum-tightened vagina – I relaxed, enjoying the feeling of my building climax. I gently rubbed her clitoris while watching her facial expressions. When I felt my legs getting tense, I repeated the. We both enjoyed the sights of the City of Lights. Bessie was fairly plain looking and the idea of sex never even crossed my mind. She had a thin straight line figure that wasn’t anything special but she did have nice medium sized firm tits and a very flat tummy. She had light brown hair that she kept short as it was somewhat wiry and coarse. She hated her hair but she did the best with it. After the cruise I walked her back to the hotel where she was staying. I was surprised that she invited me. A spread out pile of old blankets and other material as could be found give them a comfortable ‘mattress’ to rest upon, cuddled and curled up one with the other.She whispers a quick word of power that brings forth a soft, iridescent pearl of lighting; just enough to show in contrasts the play of light and shadow upon her bared body. And for her in turn to see the soft smile of delight and wonder he has. Not just the smile of one who wants the encounter for the night; it is the smile of one who. Soon a dark-haired man wearing a deep blue business suit approached from the complex, clapping his hands and smiling as he walked. He stopped near our gathering, still loudly clapping his hands while he surveyed the area. I would learn later that the man was Greg, the managing partner of Island Royale, but at this point I was fascinated only with the casual manner in which he seemed to weave his way through the congregation of nude and scantily dressed women as they engaged in assorted sexual.