‘Can I see the picture?’ The man flicked through it to the picture page – it was the redheaded girl I’d seen inside. ‘Oh, it belongs to a gi...l in there,’ I said, pointing at the hostel. ‘Do you want me to take it, or will you take it in?’ The guy just shrugged and handed it to me, then went on his way.I glanced at the picture again, and the details printed beside it. It was a French passport. The girl’s name was Emile and her date of birth, I noticed, was 16 February 1993 – she was exactly one. I began to stroke him more, feeling how hot and hard his big cock was. He put his hand on my ass and gave it a little squeeze. I was horny when I came into the theater but now I was beyond horny. The guy on the other side of me moved closer and rubbed his cock against my leg. I reached over and began stoking his cock also. I came in hoping to get a quick blow job. Then I was hoping to get to fuck the lady on the ground. Now I was thinking this night would be much more.After stroking the cocks. How was it?”“Fine, I put the boys to bed and read them a bedtime story. They fell asleep right away. -They haven’t made a noise since then,” she answered.“Good,” answered Cindy. She slipped down the hall to check on the boys. Looking through the door, Cindy could see that they were sound asleep. Satisfied that all was well with her children, she made her way back to the living room.“Three hours, right?” George asked even though it was closer to two and a half hours. When she shrugged as if to. Without hesitation I brought my lips to his and kissed him like I never kissed him before. Spilling my heart into it and hoping he would feel what I was trying to tell him. He moaned into my mouth and pinned me against the wall again. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his strong hands gripped my hips. His kiss, his smell, his weight pushed up against mine, it was all pleasantly overwhelming. God I missed him. I don’t think I could ever get enough of him. My body was made for Evan’s.