For the next two hours, I was photographed in every imaginable costumethat a crossdresser would enjoy wearing or costumes that admirers ofcrossdresser... would enjoy seeing. Erotic lingerie, corsets, bridal gowns,cocktail dresses, skirts, blouses, baby-doll nightgowns, little girlparty dresses, cheerleader outfits, school girl uniforms, frilly littlebaby dresses- just about every costume for every fantasy! Of course, Iwas also made to model the mandatory transvestite French maid uniform.As I. My pussy was starting to become full of warm, slippery liquid, as her finger explored me further, pushing itself further into me, sliding itself over my hard clit. As I moaned louder, I insisted she stroke me harder and faster as I was enjoying it so much. Emma started to do this but, wanted to taste my warm liquid too. Moving her head between my legs, she licked me gently, using her tongue over my clit, before licking me harder and harder. I could feel how soft and warm her tongue felt against. "Ohhhh God!" shouted Justin. He stomped his foot and another blast hit the shower nozzle, soaking it in thick, white, creamy goop."Justin!" Christina shouted as she couldn't believe his orgasm. She angled his penis directly upwards now. Justin continued to cum, firing several more loads straight up in the air, some reaching the ceiling of the shower. Christina was mesmerized as she watched her step son's penis fire the most ejaculate she's ever seen. Much of it landed back down on Justin's. But when you visit Normandy the drink du jour is made out of apples, not grapes.And a chilled jug of Calvados on a beautiful late afternoon is heaven. English cider, in my opinion, is swill. But Calvados, which is essentially cider, has a smoothness and depth that rivals the finest wines in all of France.We three ladies found an open table at a café right on the harbor and watched the denizens of that little place intermingle with each other. There were painters who looked like they had come.