I was to meet a friend at a renaissance festival to be held at the Smithsonian in New York the following day. I decided to stop at a hotel near the G..... Bridge, which crosses over into New York, for the night. I had the vallet take my things up to the room I purchased and headed to the hotel bar for a martini before turning in. I sat at the bar for sometime sipping martinis and chatting with other travelers at the bar. One of the gentleman at the bar caught my attention. He was very handsome. 20 miles over the speed limit. Not too shabby but I knew I could get out of it. Slowly I pulled over to the edge making sure no one would scratch my new baby. When I first seen him get out I instantly smiles. The way he strutted toward me you could tell he was confident. As he got closer I didnt notice a ring. I unzipped my hoodie and adjusted my hefty size DD tits in my bra. Making sure they popped out the top just making sure to show enough. I rolled down my window and sure as shit his smile. I am therefore Vertige and we must not see me coming. I have more sense than feelings. Here for a part of my intention secréte… But, as one might say coincidence: the chance is a secret and I am sure my secret. So how to cross the fire ?Prometheus had to be the first artist, long before Apollo. This giant to make good service to ordinary people who do not so much demanded, therefore stole fire from heaven to the gods jealous of their impenetrable secrets. It has been taken. He was tried and. Melissa pushed her hips against Beth Ann’s wet face.“Beth Ann, please, I can’t take it anymore, make me cum.” Melissa groaned through clenched teeth.Beth Ann said nothing but slid two fingers into Melissa’s pussy and began to rub the trigger spot at the top. That was all it took. Melissa cried out and tensed up, feeling the cum shoot out of her pussy like a fountain. Each spasm sent another stream of hot fluid from Melissa’s pussy. Beth Ann had never seen such an ejaculation from a woman. She.