‘I would be surprised to hear you say that he was not the better teacher.’ ‘Well,’ I looked down at my plate. ‘At least I had more fun when ...ou were teaching me, Henriette…’ I felt Olu’s almond shaped eyes on me, squinting as he always did when he was deep in thought. ‘You would get the best lesson of all if you were forced to speak the language all the time,’ Olu said, staring at me from across the table. ‘If you were forced to spend a month or two in Marrakech, or in Vichy.’ ‘Not Paris?’ I. I slide my hips down your legs until I am kneeling on the floor. As I pull your jeans down your hips, I realize that you are not wearing any underwear. Your cock is so hard that it stands straight up as if it were saluting me for a job well done. My lips go straight for your inner thigh. Sucking very hard to leave my mark. I feel your hands grabbing and pulling my hair. I move to your other thigh to leave my mark there as well. I feel your hardness against my cheek. With my tongue, I lick your. Thisalways drives him wild.It did again. He rolled me off of him and then climbed on top of me, hisknees on either side of my head, his dick dangling in front of my lips. Ijust opened wide, and Jack took over from here. He fucked my headvigorously, pounded his swollen cock in to my mouth over and over again,cursing me and calling me a slut, whenever he could catch his breath. Forsome reason whenever we do it this way he pulls out and ejaculates in myface. I always make a big deal out of licking. "Aw, come on, lighten up. It's an invitation. Don't you want to fuck me?" Pat asked, almost pleading.There was a time when Pat wouldn't have needed to ask. As soon as I knew her panties were in her bag, my cock would have been buried inside her.As it was, I had stopped on a quiet country road. I checked around, and there were no houses. I couldn't turn the opportunity down."Get in the back," I told Pat.I was the first in the back seat. Pat took longer because she took her skirt off before.