.yeah she is a kind of performer...don’t know exactly,something folk, italian ethno or something like that. However every time she is in munich she ...calls me, and last time she wanted to talk to me as soon as she landed.“Soooo....what’s going on?” I asked sipping my weissbier at the usual place.“Nothing special...”“What’s the rush? normally there is a waiting list before seeing you”“Bullshit! Anyways....perhaps you can help me." "I doubt it. Tell me before, i never dared to ask...is your hair. This old bastard started shooting me an evil grin as if he was proud of himself. Making weird grunting noises, he kept asking are ya ready baby? Huh, are ya gorgeous? She signaled yes not knowing anything but hoping it meant getting his balls off her. He spread his ass cheeks and sat on my pretty wifes face! I got behind them for a better view and noticed initially her nose was right on his asshole. I Holy shit! My dick so hard, I thought it would break off! His big hairy ass in a slow humping. The problem was that she had caught me a few times adjusting my cock.She smiled at me every time, and that made my cock even harder.This posing outfit left nothing to the imagination. Under a transparent film of lacy material I could see her beautiful big tits and their hard dark nipples. South of her tits, I found a tiny scrap of lace that just covered her hairless mound.She started posing again, and I’m sure that I was the subject of her attention for every new pose.I was standing behind. This is Satan’s work, as the HIV was clearly God’s judgment on your life of perversion!”Just then, a light flashed in Quinn’s eyes and he rounded on his estranged wife for once, tired of placating her now that he had nearly died. That was especially true since he owed his life, as he saw it, to Robert Sebastian. The chief of police had heard quite enough of this nonsense, plus the spitting was arguably an assault.“And me? Do you think that I should have just suffered and died? Because it’s.