Her hands stroked the liquid out as she swallowed what she could of the scalding brew, leaving the rest to flow thickly down his shaft and over his ha...ry balls, matting them.While cumming, he shafted his rigid tongue as deep as he could inside the walls of her cunny. She continued to stroke the cum out of him, softly massaging his sticky balls, trying to somehow keep him rigid. Her mouth added to the endeavor. He was awfully sensitive, wanting to brush aside her insistent fingers or push away. She was still feeling the passion and drama of the opera, for both what happened on the stage and in their box. “Imagine having done that in the open,” she thought, “Thank goodness it was so dark and we were in the private box.“ Now, he had made sure of their privacy once more, and again in surroundings that typified Paris. She took a deep breath to bring herself out of her musings and pay attention to Robert. He watched her breasts rise through the sheer fabric of her dress and felt his cock. Several times she told Brenda how wonderful she would look. Brenda asked questions about some of the garments. Madam Claudette was very responsive and personable. Brenda couldn't help but like her. By the time they returned to the fitting room Brenda felt very comfortable with her. Madam Claudette laid out each of the items on a display table in sets, bra, garter belt and stockings. She described in great detail how a garter belt should be worn about her natural waist and not down low like. They made us wait in a lousy lobby for half an hour without any explanation, and once we started the only word to correctly describe our counterpart would be slimy. Before we started he reserved our supposed to be CEO and started telling us about himself and his experiences with Hollywood stars. I mostly ignored him but suddenly I started listening." ... started with her at theater on the East coast. She really was a tight piece of ass, and it took me two months and some chemical help to get.