She was beautiful. About the same height as Cayla, Sky blue eyes, long eye-lashes, nice slim figure, small perky breasts, and a nice Bottom. (I don’...t really like saying words like “Ass, or But” I think it’s partially rude, but hey, that’s just me) she was white, but had a tan, wouldn’t last very long in London though, with the weather being so crummy. But she stood out of the crowd, like a burst of sunshine. Like I said, she was Beautiful. Cayla grabbed my hand and pulled me back to her new. "I thought she was going to kiss me again and I reached up with my head forher but I found her pussy in my face. I had never done this before butshe told how to pleasure her.Since then I have bought the full hommemystere range because that eveninghad been the most amazing sex of our relationship but as I had given myword to wear her camisole my lingerie collection included femininelingerie too...After the first night I found myself wearing panties as well as a camisolebecause Annie insisted on. Then, he grabs her head again, gently, almost lovingly, runs a finger down the side of her cheek, and then just as gently tells her ?open up that pretty fuck hole again for me.? The gentleness with which he says the words belies the words themselves, not to mention most of his actions. But, she loves the dichotomy. She loves that he uses her so roughly, but yet kisses her softly and speaks to her gently. It reminds her that he cares for her in his own way, but also that his pleasure always. It was so long and so thick that she was reminded of a tree in her backyard that her dog found particularly fascinating for purposes of initiating his urinating procedures after lengthy sniffing for new scents of other visiting dogs from the neighborhood.“Oh, dear, please don’t stick it in all the way, young man. I fear I am not accustomed to such a large order of male cock in my privates.”The boy laughed but she didn’t like the sound of it because she detected a trace of macho intent that.