As I’m an architect, we found we had much in common. We agreed to meet that evening for dinner.*****************************************************...***** I picked her up at eight at her hotel, a small boutique hotel in the hills just above Cannes.She looked fantastic in a simple white chemise and black mini, flats and some lovely silver-drop earrings. She was very natural; a natural beauty, in fact. She wore her hair pulled back and it highlighted her high cheekbones. We dined in a stylish. Jorge has now got a good rhythm going, fucking her hard with each thrust. He tells the Mrs. to pull her hubbies cock out and stoke him. Sue reaches forwards and undoes his belt and zipper and pulls out his very hard cock. This must really turn you on honey , she said while stroking his cock. You haven’t been this hard in a long time. I am so turned on seeing you take his big ten inch cock. Oh honey let me take care of this for you. She pulls him closer by his cock until her lips are at his cock. Not to mention the fact that he was in the room somewhere staring at her. It was nerve-racking. There was a fleeting urge to say a simple hello but she felt ridiculous in doing so; so she kept quiet. He was near; she caught the sound of his footsteps and breathing. He was behind her chair. Every muscle tensed and she braced for whatever he might say or do to her. Fingers delicately toyed with her hair, brushing it away from her neck. He slowly ran his fingers up and down the right side of her. We talked about our living, life style, interests, liking and disliking and many such things. In no time we become very close to each other. She was impressed by my depth of gravity in all subjects, charm, humor and intelligence and at the same time I was flattered with her bold and beauty attitude and approach. While we were talking like an old pals, our drinks has started its effects in its own capacity. We were through with our two large pegs and now time was 9.30 pm.Mrs. Monica then.