“It’s a well-known fact that blokes love to see their women get fucked by other men,” nodding at me.I don’t know if that was actually true in ...eneral terms, but I certainly wanted that to happen more than anything right now. In fact, part of me wanted the three of them to just tear her dress off and fuck her right then and there in the bar in front of the other guests. That would have been amazing to watch, but at the very least, I was praying something would happen tonight behind closed doors. Kim had never been to Paris but I knew it well and could show her all the sights. I also knew ofsome rather kinky nightclubs there, so I suggested she pack at least one sexy outfit. Little did Iknow then that she'd packed nothing but sexy outfits!Our cab to the airport got stuck in traffic and we only just had time to make the flight. Kim lookeddelicious in her shiny black skin tight leggings, red high heels and red leather biker jacket. Peoplewere being asked to remove their jackets to go. "Try it now" I whispered.This time he tugged and the shirt just hard enough for it to open up like he was ripping open the best present ever. I swear to god the sound that t-shirt made as it was torn off my wet, tingling tits is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. I just stood there a moment, gazing down at myself, then up at him, and only then noticing the a****l lust in his expression. He raised one hand as if to cup my breasts but I blocked him. "Uh huh.... you need to roll a six first.". One day you brought back a girlfriend. I figured you’d be getting busy in college but knowing for certain made it so much worse. I could hear you fucking through the walls, could hear the bedsprings straining and swaying, could hear you both trying to stifle the sounds of your sex as she moaned your name, Thomas, Tommy harder, faster, more, more, more. All I could think was that that should have been me in your bed. Me, feeling your head against my opening, poised to be my first, a gift that.