The Bistro Provence was located close to the Walt Disney Studios, kind of hidden in a neighborhood shopping center. The front door of the place was cl...aked with quintessentially French lace curtains, and inside was a stylish two-toned wooden bar. It had mustard-colored walls lined with wrought iron sconces and vintage style black and white photos, giving the place a homey yet sophisticated aura. And just as Katherine had told me there were some very private booths as well as candlelit tables. Then it struck him. He read the words on the medallion the first day. Before all this had started. Could that be it? How could he take them back? He would take them back in a second if he could. He looked at the medallion again and read the words in his head. Then he flipped over the medallion. On the other side of the Jolly Roger was the Phoenix and the words were written again. But something looked different. He flipped it back and forth looking over the phrase. They're backwards. Then it. Gene scooted closer until the tip of his manhood was nestled between Kitty's cunt lips. Liz slowly slid Gene's cockhead over Kitty's extended clit, covering it with his precum and worked her clit with his cock like it was a flesh dildo.Kitty moaned again. Liz's pressure on her clit was just right and with each pass of Gene's cockhead she came closer to another orgasm. She was near the edge and spread her legs wider to encourage Gene to penetrate her. She wanted to feel his big, thick cock. . the view of her firm and big boobs lowering themselves into the water sent a tingly sensation down my dick, I then sat on the edge of the tub admiring her beauty in the water, then she had this sheepish smile on her face, she then asked if I was going to stare at her all day..without saying a word I moved towards her and picked up the bar of soap slowly washing her shoulders down to her boobs, making circle with the soap around her areole, dropping the soap and using my hands to serve as a.