It was fun for me because I liked to watch her as she slowly pleasured herself to the point of finishing and then sitting up. After she licked her fin...gers and could taste her juices, she gave me a great kiss and said she was ready to move on now having become very satisfied.Once again we were on the road heading for our hotel destination for the night. We talked about that great experience and she said she probably enjoyed what happened more than if she did actually get fucked by our waiter.. Anyway, the whole valley is spread out below us. We talk, but that’s not important here. What is, is that we eventually get up to leave by a different route. Just down the hill, through a steep rocky field, is the road back to town. So we cross a fence into the field, thinking we’re on a short cut.We get about halfway down when this orthodox kid comes putt-putt-putting up the road on a beat up scooter held together with duct tape. We totally stop to watch him. It’s kind of odd -- none of the. I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two young black soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in perfect english with an even larger grin where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any further assistance? And that he and his friend would be more than happy to show me all of the tourist sights of London, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a. "There is very little that tastes better than pussy juice, especially your own." "Now", Ellen said, bending over and turning the water off, "we need to get dressed and clean up the kitchen." She handed Amelia a towel, before wrapping one around herself. "And then, it's time to go shopping", she said as she left the bathroom.*** As she stepped out of the car in the mall parking lot, Amelia felt very exposed, as if every eye in the world were watching her. She was once again wearing the pleated.