Besides I was also tempted by the delicious possibility of a mutually pleasant love affair, which caused my amorous heart to beat faster — even then...the French were so much more sophisticated about matters of sex than we British.***At this point. I should digress briefly to tell you a little about myself. As you will already have surmised I am English by birth and I was then in my late twenties. I had first visited Paris in the late 1960s, when at the age of eighteen I stayed with a family for. This girl was HORNEY! So was I... I pushed her back and climbed on the bed with her. We kissed and rolled, and kissed and fondled. Our lips hardly left each other all night. I finally broke contact and pulled her to the edge, where I gazed at her wonderful pussy. It was pretty, well trimmed, and sweet. I dived in, and made love to her clit with my tounge. I spelt her name (in caps and cursive), and then started the alphabet. She had a pillow under her head and was watching me feast on. You know, it was great; I loved every minute of it. I couldn't see my prick because of the jutting boobs on my chest, so I had to follow the action by touch. Not hard to do, as every little sensation was driving me wild. As my member stood out she began to tease it, just running her tongue lightly over my balls and cock, keeping me hard but not getting me off. She would concentrate on my balls, nibbling, licking, sucking one then the other into the oven of her mouth. My pecker flagged with this. “Sure,” Geoff replied dropping his pants and laying on the floor. Stacey stepped over him, holding his cock upright she took great pleasure sliding down the length of the shiny shaft. Oblivious to their surroundings they humped each other developing their raging orgasms.Natalie could hear the flesh slapping rhythm before she reached the open door. Peeking in she could see the two staff members screwing in the boss’s office. A train of thoughts traversed through the tunnels of her mind. What to.