I regain my poise in the front seat, fix my pants and smooth my shirt back down over my breasts. In a flash, he turns the ignition, yanks the car in ...first gear and we exit the Heathrow terminal. I watch as he skillfully handles the busy morning London traffic. I smirk as he keeps one hand on the wheel and gear shift, and the other hand strategically under his nose, smelling my juices. Soon, we hit open road and I settle into the soft leather seats of his BMW. I take in the foreign sites of. One of the men ran his eyes over Charlene. He was a good-looking man whoappeared to be in his late thirties. The man had his arm around astunning brunette, although Charlene would later be told that the womanhad had numerous plastic surgery operations. "I haven't seen you here before...Charlene," he said as he leaned closerto see her nametag. "Did Mr. Renoir just hire you?" "Yes, I just started last week," she replied with a smile. That wasprobably the hardest part of the job, smiling all the. Eyes locked as he had stopped stroking. "bieten, mir!" I said in almost a scream. Tenderly Hans moved back to my lips while pushing me completely on the bed, with one hand he places a bent up pillow under my ass and did slow grinding, never really pulling out. By the time he moved his lips to my neck I was feeling a strong orgasm coming on. It's mental, I was owned and pinned by this quality man who was about to deliver his seed. Somewhere between my rapid panting Hans gave out the same. As she returned, he made no secret of eyeing her very full chest. They stood, awkwardly, drinking their beers. Beads of sweat were still running down his body from mowing.She took hold of his upper arm and firmly squeezed his bicep."MMMM, you have such strong arms. You must work out a lot." Well, I am on the football team, and I am a varsity swimmer."Rubbing his shoulders now, she continued, "No wonder you are so strong."As he finished his beer, Mrs. Myers ("Oh, please call me Sally").