So far life had challenged her to her limits. Everything would look better in the morning, it always did, well that is what she was told before moving...to this God forsaken town. Exhausted she fell asleep without changing her position.When Maddy opened her eyes it was just after 3 a.m., her neck hurt and as she leaned forward to stretch her arms, the pain from thighs made her cringe. Somehow she managed to get off the bed to change into her pyjamas and get under the covers before sleep consumed. The new silkiness of you skin makes even the touch of the towel seem sensual. Quickly you dress in the clothes now before you a silk and lace baby doll style gown coming just to the middle of your but barley covering your folds in front. Next is a long satin gown full length flowing right to the floor and trailing behind you. It is cut so as to be tied at waist accentuating your soft curves and is deep plunging leaving the front open and the baby doll top as your blouse. You reach down and slip. .. brainwashed by American romantic comedies and Hallmark pop culture. There are some idiot ladies, even in France, who’ve bought into that worldview. I call them ‘Americanized’ or maybe ‘Anglicized,’ because the prudishness is a legacy of Queen Victoria and her influence over the Anglophone world. Prior to that influence, we in France were much more enlightened, especially before American cinema spread their lies,” Fleur scoffed at the not-so-subtle messages from Hollywood.“Yeah, for all of. You can't have a big wet spot that smells like that. After all, nothing smells more like sex residue than sex residue, I have discovered in my oh-so-short sex life."I got up and helped her up as well. We held each other and kissed deeply and affectionately, each of us tasting the sex taste on the other. I squeezed both her ass cheeks and said, "I'll just let you take care of the sheets. I need to hit the pisser."As we broke apart, I heard through the ... oh, shit, the open door ... a loud.