. it's just that the French are like that...We overnight in Dijon and buy some mustard ... it's the REAL Dijon.South to Lyon.Now the road gets tricky ..... it's still the same road but it's a lot of turns.Pussy!We go to the correct address and knock."Who are you?" the man asks.I identify myself and the man leads us around back. The car is in a barn and it's covered with a car tarp. The tarp is coated in pigeon shit. Removing the tarp we check things.Tires are up; they're weather checked. There's. Almost as a man possessed, I crept into the bathroom and entered the shower. She was still in her post orgasmic haze as she didn’t hear me come in. My 9 inch cock gently prodded her in the back she reached her hand back to stroke me feeling my full hardness. My hands immediately went to her 34D breasts as I cupped them as water and soap lathered them to a nice full shine. I licked the back of her ears as she moaned and continued to stroke me. She asked,” How are you still hard?”“How am I. He traced the edge of my pussy lips as we continued kissing and used his fingers (on his very large hands) to gently ease my pussy lips apart so he could slide inside the warm flesh. I was soon dripping wet as I tasted myself on his long fingers, and he made me cum over and over causing wave after wave of intense throbbing to ripple through my body. I can honestly say that I don’t recall at what point I lost my dress, but at some point during that I did! (As he did his top… not that I’m. When she got into bed and I kissed her goodnight she smelled of soap and it was a fresh smell. Why would she have taken a bath before coming home? Where would she have taken a bath? She was eager to make love and her pussy was hot and wet and when I mentioned it to her she said it was because sex with me was all that she had been thinking about for most of the day. After we finished I got up to go to the bathroom and while there I looked in the dirty clothes hamper. The black lace panties had a.