Next, she examined her nipples; they were harder than she had ever seen them before. Cindy then spread her legs and examined her pussy. Damn, it was ...opping wet. She ran a finger through the fluid, brought it to her lips, tasted it and began trembling all over. It was male cum. Her eyes went wild as a million thoughts ran through her mind, "Oooh God, it wasn’t a dream.” Slowly, like a movie, her mind replayed the events. Cindy had gone deep into the woods to unwind and commune with nature. The parting knife in the gut came, as my sweet wife told me simply, “I love you, Neil, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.”And with that, Claire gave me a final tender look of pity mixed with love and left the club hand in hand with the man who was about to become her lover.The next hour so was probably the most painful and traumatic hour of my life. Once Claire and Jason had disappeared out of the club hand in hand, I sat there shell-shocked. And this time, I wasn’t at the point of tears, I. Someone else climbs onto the bed between my legs and I feel the bulging head of another cock, which is not yours, enter my throbbing pussy. I know I could protest and tell these men to stop at any moment, but my dripping cunt betrays me and I moan around the cock in my mouth, causing its owner to moan and thrust harder. The man in my pussy switches places with the one in my mouth and the second slightly larger cock slips inside my tight walls. His hands grip my thighs firmly, digging his nails. Yvette was met at Charles De Gaul airport, just outside Paris by Claudie and two friends that she had not previously met. They were introduced as Celeste Aubuchon, and Madeleine Brunelle, and to Yvette, both were beautiful. Celeste appeared to be the same age as Claudie with long brown hair, a little over average height, angular face and piercing and very engaging brown eyes.Her partner Madeleine was shorter, with a dark brown hair, cut back at the shoulders, a rather different face structure,.