It was supposed to be as good as they served at Shannon Airport in Ireland. They had started it a few months before in the fall of 1952. The BV, as my...buddy called it, was supposed to be a hangout for TWA stewardesses and, after plying one with Irish Coffee for a couple of hours one night, I was able to get a date with her for all day on Sunday. After a fun day sightseeing in San Francisco, I did spend several hours with her in her apartment on Russian Hill. I still had a smile on my face when. I fuck her softly with my tongue. She pants. Her moans increase in frequency and intensity. I lick her again from bottom to top and encircle her clit with my tongue. She practically growls at me. The binoculars never leave her eyes. She pushes my head back and said, ‘Oh God that felt good. I haven’t cum that easily in some time.’ She has me get back on my chair and hands me the binoculars. As she goes down on me, I look across at our audience. The woman is seated in a chair and the man has his. You gasp, and bite your lip, looking down at me, as I kiss your knees, working my way along your thighs until I reach the damp copse of your sex. The springy curls of hair are glistening with juices, and my tongue flicks out to catch a couple errant drops. Mmm… you taste so good, and my tongue continues playing over your mound, until it finds the plump lips of your sex. My tongue teases you, rolling lazily along the outside of your lips, darting occasionally between them, but only enough to. Zelda is a font of energy, a little doubtful of herself at times, but focuses well on what is in front of her. She both sings and plays guitar, as well as does dances that Lulu comes up with. She is dressed in tall boots, fishnet leggings and a fishnet shirt, shorts with a loose belt, a short black t-shirt and bra, and a spiked black and pink small jacketSelena is a taller, more robust lady who plays the drums. In general, she is typically just very good at beating things in time. She is brash.
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