I un-velcroed her and laid her down on the couch before going into the kitchen to fetch a large bottle of chardonnay and two glasses. We lay sprawled ...n the couch sipping from our wineglasses as we looked at each other with smoldering eyes, listening to some light jazz CD's I'd put on. Five minutes went by before Collette spoke up first, "I'd say that was even better than our wedding night, wouldn't you agree?" We both burst out laughing as I held her and as our laughter subsided to chuckles I. I moved forward and let my crotch touch his thigh. He gave me a sly smile and withdrew his hand from the rod behind. He pressed my dick for a while and it was hard as rock. Since the train was crowded, he unzipped my denim and inserted his index finger, making sure that noone could see what we are doing. He moved his finger on my underwear and pulled it aside and my dick was exposed. He touched the tip of the dick and put his finger in hos mouth which had my precum. I was all the more turned. We had finished supper and were preparing to leave the château for the Dower House when the post boy from the Valenciennes Arms delivered a package. As in England, mail was dispatched via the stage coaches that ran between the main towns of France, diligences as they are known. Packets and parcels were deposited in the towns’ coaching inns, and the inns’ post boys sent out into the neighbouring area with the mai. I looked at the rectangular package, well wrapped in thick brown paper, firmly. . I slid my cock in between her melons and started fucking them. Usne apne chuchon ke beech mere laude ko daba lia aur upar niche karne lagi…. Uske chehre par ek tharki si smile thi…. Main bhi uski gardan ko dabake uske chuche chodne laga….Uske chehra laal ho raha tha aur kuch der mein neela pad gaya….. Uski aankhon se aansoo aa rahe the aur woh apne chuchon ko mere laude par aur zor se hilane lagi….. Kya nazara tha doston….. Main to jhad gaya…. Mera saara maal uske chuchon par…. Woh muskurayi.