We would go out and spend hours finding the perfect tree at the local nursery, discussing whether we wanted long needles or short ones, a tall tree or...a small one. We would look at it from all angles, deciding which side was the best and what side would face the wall – all the important things about a Christmas tree. We would carry it home and set it up. Then the next day, we would decorate it. We used ornaments that Angie brought from her Grandmother. Most of them were home made. We would make. I don’t know if I can face your mates again, they must be thinking that I’m some sort of slut.”“I can guarantee that they are not thinking that, they all believe that you are a normal, healthy, beautiful girl who likes to have some uninhibited fun and they all believe that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.”“So do you and your mates do the same to their girlfriends?”“Of course, we only date girls who like to enjoy life. I knew that you love things like that during our first fuck, down. The sensation of a huge dick throbbing inside my already fully-stuffed pussy drove me mad as another more powerful orgasm ripped through my body. “Oh my god! I’m cumming so fucking hard on your big black cock,” I screamed, as he throbbed deep inside my soaked pussy. “I love the way it feels, making your white pussy cum on my dick,” John grunted, thrusting his dick into me faster and harder with every stroke still pinning my face to the bed. “What the fuck is going on in here?” my husband. And so, he did what he thought the right thing and plied her (and himself) with Champagne and other liquors. Eventually they fell off into a drunken slumber, and failed to do what they had promised Bernie they would do enroute, join the Mile High club.The honeymooning couple stayed at the Villa Modigliani, a delightful hotel situated in the heart of Paris' Montparnasse district. Joe's father had told him that it was the perfect spot from which to explore the magnificent city of Lights; however.