I worked my way, for the most part, along the periphery of the continental United States, travelling in a counter-clockwise direction, with some foray...s away from the edge for some of the more impressive places to sight-see.The US of A had a lot of beautiful sights to see, mixed into empty space, but, truly, none of the citiescapes impressed or moved me. I could regale you with stories of the places I had been ... But I won't. That is not what this story is about.This story is about how I left. Stay dressed, with your heels on. And on your back."Phebe sighed but laid down on the sofa and pulled her skirt and legs up."Leave your panties on!" Art ordered as he took his pants off. Her heels pointed up and everybody was watching. Again!Art moved her panties to her knees and put another pillow under Phebe's butt while applying lube to Phebe's buttonhole. She was already lubricated by Zeke and George and didn't need it at all. Art's cock was longer than Zeke's and almost as big. Phebe. - Mais tu te souviens bien par le pass? avoir eu des rapports sexuelsavec des hommes?- Oui...oui je m?en rappelle bien!- Mais ?a ne te d?go?te pas?- Je...je ne sais pas. Je ne me l?explique pas. Mais...non.- Mais tu n?aurais pas envie de recommencer.- Non! C?est...c?est comme si...?a n?avait...rien ? voir, comme si ?an??tait pas moi dans le pass?. Est-ce que c?est normal alors?- Oui oh oui, c?est normal. Mais je v?rifie que tout fonctionnenormalement.Tandis qu?elle prenait des notes, Maxime. He chuckled softly. Slowly he slid his hand into my underwear and I felt his fingers tracing my slit. I couldn’t contain the whimper that left my mouth. His fingers met the wetness of my pussy and it was his turn to groan. I was soaked. He pulled his hand back out then and sat up. He reached down and undid his own jeans, shucking them, his boxer briefs and his boots all in one motion. I couldn’t take my gaze away from his bobbing cock. It was gorgeous, long, hard, and looked to be made of.