Over the next few hours, Chantelle got into several outfits, had her pussy eaten some more by Ginger. She even hiccuped when Ginger was kissing her, resulting in both ladies breaking out into fits of giggles. [It was probably more of a gasp than a hiccup. That happens to a lot of people that Ginger kisses.]
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With the shoot over, Ginger went through the room hugging everyone goodbye. Ginger said something along the lines that I was too timid, and I should hug her more. I wasn’t going to turn down Ginger Lynn so hugged her more. [All these years, and Mav can still turn purple. It was kind of nice to see he’s not all jaded and curmudgeonly yet. Eventually all Brits turn that way, right? Isn’t it like a rule?]
This was our last full day in Vegas, and driving back to the hotel that fact began to sink in. To say some tears would be shed the following day by several members of the group would be an understatement. [Nothing wrong with tears. We feel them well up every time Philip Rivers has a good game, for example. And if you do not understand that reference, then understand your life already has more joy in it than some of ours.]
As you might expect, while watching the process of Chantelle and Ginger getting to know each other, we ended up recording a lot. So we’ve got a longer than normal montage video for you and also a little bit of footage that we thought you might like to see when Ginger couldn’t help herself and had to feast on Chantelle’s pussy. Evidence would indicate that Chantelle rather liked it. [Pip-pip. Cheerio, and all that rot.]