She knew enough to pronounce her name although she never quite got the intonations. "It's like Shoe Lan," she'd tell people. She knew it meant somethi...ng, but after every time she found out she then promptly forgot. Fluency in languages wasn't Xiùlán's greatest talent. In fact, she didn't excel in anything of an academic nature. But then again why bother? She lived a privileged life as a Chinese girl in modern England. She was a first-class citizen in a country where the English were the ones. Curvy, but athletic. She still had that perfect complexion as well. They made quite a pair.My wife and Kirsten had gone out of town for the weekend. They had travelled some 500 miles away to a family reunion. I would have gone, but there was a work party being thrown for an important client, and my attendance was mandatory. We had a 9-month-old baby now, and rather than tie the girls down with responsibility for him, we hired Keisha to come over and watch him while I was out for the night. I. "You look ... great!" she exclaimed."That's so _cute_!" Charisse added enthusiastically.Tom wasn't convinced. He looked near tears. "Happy?" he asked Katie,sounding slightly bitter."It's a start," she said as she quickly paid for his styling."What do you mean, a start?" Tom whined.Michelle smiled. "We have a few stops yet to go," she said simply.The next stop, to Tom's horror, was the manicurist's chair in the salon.As the girls watched, encouraged, and giggled, Tom's nails weremanicured and. He forcefully thrust his cock one last time, burying it completely into my pussy, and with a final cry he shot his cum into me. I could feel the warmth of it penetrating even deeper into the depths of my body. The thought of his semen coursing deep within me, along with the intense fucking Darrell had just given me, sent me over the edge too, racking my body with another orgasm.We both collapsed onto the bed, with Darrell still inside of me. I didn't want that to change, but of course it had.