He looked down at her astonished, she had her fingers rubbing her pussy her work trousers open and below her upper thighs as the chair was rocking on ...its back. Her eyes opened as she looked at the youthful intern, he was 18 and doing a business A Level in the local college, that was all she remembered about him from when he was introduced to the team a couple of weeks before. His jaw was wide open in total shock at her but Gaynor whether too far gone in her electric euphoria or too bold and. She had all but snarled at the condom Harry had been about to put on when she led him to the forest and had thrown the dangerous (in her own eyes) item away.And thus, there they were.Fleur, now on her back with her legs spread, her hair free of the confines of her intricate bun and flowing all around her face in silver gold light, her wet pussy being pummeled by Harry's seven inch thick cock, his balls about ready to blow and send his cum into Fleur's fertile womb and breed the French witch. We had been enjoying sex for some time and she seemed open to anything that I suggested.I had been to an oriental massage studio in Santa Monica CA. The hostess and girls there were very friendly and spoke enough English to get by. On my last visit I had been treated to a great massage by a pretty, naked oriental girl. The massage ended with her giving me a memorable blow job.A few weeks later I asked Marge if she would be interested in going to a massage parlor that I had heard about. I. Okay. Here I was ascomfortable as I could get holding my tampon with the fingers I writewith. Okay, so far, so good. Next. Okay, the string is pointing awayfrom my body. Open my labial folds with my other hand. Hmmmm. Don't haveany of those yet. Let's see if I can just widen my near-girl pussy.There. Hmm, I don't think genetic woman work on such an angle. Ah. Push.Push. Oh my, the applicator is totally in me. Now what? Am I supposedto do this? Read, Brandee, read. Checking. Okay. .