I started fiddling with my laptop when I caught a glimpse of a familiar looking lady whizzing by, looking pretty fine in her blue blouse and skirt, bu... by the time I looked up I only saw the back of her head, and she was gone. Pretty women here in Paris, that’s for sure. The admin came to get me, very warm, spoke English better than I did, and we rode the elevator up to the third floor. She gestured into the conference room where I’d be meeting my NGO contact. I poured myself some coffee, even. Anyway we have a very good relationship, we talk a lot and I had discussed with him on the subject that I knew that he wanted to do naughty things with me, but back then he was far too young, I did also tell him, how wrong it was for a son to have sex with his own mother, it was taboo and forbidden and in most countries like here in the UK, it is i*****l.I also told him, that many boys lust over their own natural birth mothers and that most boys grow out of this fascination but I also told him. Chris thanked him, paid for his service and went inside with Sergeant Young. ‘Wow, this place needs a thorough cleaning,’ said the sergeant. ‘And painting,’ continued Chris, ‘and a room arrangement for Angela.’ ‘I somehow trust you to make the best out of this. Do you know when they are going to discharge her out of the hospital?’ ‘Dr.Geoffrey said it is up to her development but in case she has a helper at home, it might be as soon as a week.’ ‘My mother has a friend who is a retired nurse.. I heard a distinct “ooohhh” from Karen as I did so.I continued my rectal exam on my wife's friends ass. Slow but deep. Slow but deep. I continued to pound her brown eye. Just as I was about to lose it, my wife said it was her turn. I pulled of of Karen's ass and stood back while the ladies changed positions. Karen laid on the sofa and spread her legs while my wife knelt down and began to eat her pussy. Again, I positioned myself for some good old fashion fucking and began to piston my wife’s.