As I took her back to the airport, she was terrible rude, talking to me like some sort of porter., I had to carry all her gear along with my own, whilst she strutting round in leggings, boots and a unseasonably short skirt for a late autumn day. She was trying to look like a super model who was perhaps past her prime.
The relationship really was on the edge and I nearly dumped her there and then. The waxing marathon of her glorious pussy the night before had just about saved her .The fact that I knew she had the most wondrous bald pussy under her outfit and that she had to get very close and personal to me to make me understand the orders she was barking at me in broken English did make me think it was just about worth pursuing this bint for a little longer.
Besides I had already booked our next set of flights early in the week , the next holiday would go ahead, but I was going to be busy on many levels not least brewing up my cum for her (see later in the thread)
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