Not in their own home for fucks sake. Not if it’s one of those places with a cellar where you can hide a dead body after it’s been bludgeoned to a...pulp by an irate 270lb Raymondo!So we arrived at their flat after a short walk and we settled ourselves in the lounge with a couple of bottles of vino we’d bought on the way back. Ray was sitting at one end of the sofa with me at the other and Simmone was opposite in an armchair. Ray (whose shear size made the sofa look like a rucksack,) flicked the. Niki and Keiko to the streets of Tokyo, and myself back to our room to break out my laptop to download the draft agreement. Sure enough, Keith had the agreement done. I read it over and it seemed to be ok. I called Keiko’s father, Takeo-san, to let him know that I was ready to meet and he sent his driver over to pick me up. We worked on the agreement for two hours before we felt comfortable to let the legal guys finish it up. Niki and Keiko had gone off to the Ginza where anything and. A change in breathing, a slight tremble, a shift in the position of the hips, sliding toward me perhaps. Or the slight spreading of thighs, a signal to continue the journey.How much I loved the feel of nylon against my skin. My mouth kissing and licking, teasing as it reached the soft skin at the top of a stocking or exploring her through pantyhose, hoping there were no panties. And the feel against my face or over my shoulders....We smiled at each other nervously, each still wondering. Did the. She’s wearing a pair of white French knickers. The sight of her dark pubic curls visible through the white lace. She looks up at me biting her lip, her eyebrow slightly raised. I run my finger up the inside of her thigh and slip it under her French knickers. I slide my finger over her wet pussy and over her clit, giving it a stimulant rub. There is a sharpness in her breath as I move my finger down and slide it deep in between her lips, penetrating her, feeling the inside of her warm pussy. I.