’ ‘Ah, the mystery woman, so bring her. I would like to meet her.’ He knew he wouldn’t go for it. He rarely even spoke of her, wouldn’t eve...n tell him her name. ‘I can’t bring her. It’s just not possible.’ Sam knew Grant was dieing to know about his mystery woman. ‘We don’t go out a lot.’ ‘What is she, a recluse? Or maybe you’re afraid that she’ll get a good look at me and ditch you.’ He teased trying to pry information. Sam stared at him from for moment. Maybe it would be good to talk about. Xiu's eyes danced as she said, “Please come closer so I can see you better.”With great trepidation, I walked closer and before I knew it Xiu had a hand on my cock. I felt her breath on my testicles. She pulled my manhood and I came. Long ropes of jism splattered the deck. With the last spurts I couldn't stand and had to sit down. My head was in a fog again until I noticed Xiu was pressing her body against mine. I felt her tiny firm breasts pressing against the side of my arm. Her tiny nipples. The whole place was a bit like a giant street party. The shops didn't seem to want to shut, and we went into a few and I tried a couple of dresses on. One of the shops didn't even have a changing room, and I had to change behind a rack of dresses, virtually in full view of the hundreds of people that were passing. The shop assistant didn't bat an eyelid when she saw that I didn't have any knickers on. Another one of the customer did though. We didn't but anything, the prices were aimed at. Believe you me, considering the school ravioli, that was a welcome distraction for more than one reason!His finger sneaked between my labia and he felt how wet I was. Bless him, he didn't say anything, nonchalantly answering some question from the guy across the table from him as he worked his finger into my sopping cunt.I wriggled my hips a little bit, and his finger slid deeper into my hot depths. With my free hand, under the table, I directed his moves, pressing on his hand to squeeze my.