I also would love to have some feedback on my story, so please go on the forum to tell me what you think about it.]Somewhere in France, in a small pro...incial town, a young man named Charles Dupont wakes up with a start. He looks at alarm clock. Only 3 AM. Another bad dream, like every night. Turning on the light, he examines the surroundings. The shitty apartment is still the same: only 9m², a metallic bed with a hard uncomfortable mattress, some wood shelves and other arrangements, a real tiny. For her, this was absolutely daringbecause I could hardly get her to go braless at home letalone in public. The result of that action was me getting a full-fledgedhard on right on the spot. We decided that I reallycouldn’t go down stairs and into mixed company in thatcondition. I took her in my arms and pulled her to meand kissed her deeply, my throbbing hard on pressedagainst her belly and my hands fondling her nipplesthrough her t shirt. It didn’t take long and we were on the bed. Later, in my room, Sara walked in. (I hadnt seen her in weeks) I was in awe. There she was, in some black tight pants that really showed off her now really big ass, and made me be able to see the outline of her panties. The shirt she was wearing was also very tight-fitting, and because of that, I could see the cleavage that hadnt been there for weeks. Now, her boobs were at least a C-cup, and very very good looking. Over the shirt she was wearing a brand 'pink' jacket that was also very tight. There was a knock at the door it was Dwayne I opened the door to let him in expecting Bev to pop into the bedroom area to slip something on but instead she was lounging naked on the white leather sofa in the main area. ‘Be a dear Dwayne and pour me a glass’ ‘yes madam’. He handed her a glass of champagne taking in the view she was offering. As she took a sip she let her legs fall open to reveal her smooth pussy and her large wet vulva, ‘I love how champagne makes me feel Dwayne how about you’.