The taste of my salt mixed with her sweet saliva, we kissed for a few minutes as my hands explored her ample assets. She seemed not to have lost any o...f the firmness I remembered enjoying and soon I felt I was going to explode as desire built in me to get relief. She sensed it too and said.Let me suck some of that pent up cum out of you. You are too hot for foreplay. She took my meat in her mouth again and within a minute I was spurting my seed into her throat. She swallowed the initial burst,. Why is that?Because within about ten miles of the Rhine River, it is fantastic. The further you get from the Rhine, the more it loses that distinctive taste. In Paris or Munich, it is ok, but nothing to write home about. In this valley--just wait.What is it called?The English translation is Flame Cake. The French call it Tarte Flambee and the German name is Flammekeuche.Wow, Dad! You make it sound so great. If it’s half as good as the Choucroute, I can hardly wait.We should be there for dinner.. I scrubbed the floor with a vengeance wishing it was my husband’s face. I was wearing one of my husband’s long t-shirts as was the customary thing I slept in. A t-shirt and nothing else. I never even thought about this until I was scrubbing the floor and I had moved around so my ass was facing his two drinking buddies on the couch. I knew that my t-shirt didn’t cover my bare ass and pussy and I got embarrassed but kept scrubbing anyway. I thought to myself, “Hell, they’re probably still to. .. before we got done up like sluts. Like this, I want you to fuck me. Feel real randy... and as girly as shit.''Bad luck, Dani. I feel the same about you. Love your outfit. Any idea what a turn-on that uplift is? I'll wear a basque next time. REAL sexy.''Black?' asked Dani. 'Yeah. And pink. Black and pink. Cute. And just about as sexy as you get. I sure know now how girls must feel when they're readying up for their studs.' Dani whispered as he tucked in a nipple that had decided to take a.