“I’ll show you. Paul. Take your shirt off please.”“What!”“Take your shirt off,” Emma repeated. “It’s only fair. You have seen enough... of Julia to know she’s a natural blonde…” Julia blushed.“…and taking your shirt off is no big deal by comparison. Please?”I took my shirt off.Emma went upstairs and came back holding her hands behind her back.“Please stand up with your back to Julia and I. Julia, come and stand beside me, please.”We obeyed.“Hands behind your back, Paul, wrists crossed.” Emma. She had both feet on the desk, and her hands planted behind her keeping her upright as she leaned back. "Lick it. Eat it," she ordered. To which I was happy to oblige. I buried my face between her legs as I moved and flicked my tongue all around her insides. My fingers dived deep into her. She took one of her hands and pushed my head into her. Then she moved forward, placing her legs on my shoulder as she rolled her hips, forcing me to lick her more. I felt her body tremble. "That's enough. Now. He didn’t waste any time. As she stood at the counter mixing drinks, he went up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch upon her rump. He mashed his stone-hard cock into her butt, grinding it on her big smooth ass. He slid his hands under her halter and cupped her breasts, palming and kneading the cantaloupe-sized tits.“Ohh,” she breathed out. “Oh Daddy.”He turned her around, raked her halter up and went down on her breasts, licking and. We sped off heading for who knows where when I asked Britney to tell me what was wrong. It turns out that this new promoter and Britney’s agent had conspired to a lengthy European tour without even consulting her. I know the last thing Britney wanted to do was be away from her family and friends during the summer. I asked her where she wanted to go and she said she didn’t care, just away from it all. Someplace where there’s nobody around. Fortunately, there are plenty of areas around Vegas that.