“Magnifique!” was his comment as his hands were filled with mammaries.She eased herself unto his love shaft, reveling in how it stretched and fill...d her and stimulated so many pleasure points as it moved deeper and deeper. “You feel so good!” she said and he beamed.As he got going she heard a few French phrases but it didn’t matter that she couldn’t understand them. They were communicating just fine at a more basic level. When he felt her orgasm he speeded up and painted her depths again.When. During our first and only dance I offered her a drink, which she accepted. But when the tune was over, the band took a break and the bar got very crowded why I offered her to chose something from the mini-bar in my room instead. To my great surprise she accepted.In the mini-bar she found two small bottles of wine and we sat down on the sofa sipping it. I told her that she was beautiful, which she was indeed, and gave her a light kiss on her chin. Once again I got a surprise when she hugged me. Ten to twelve hours at least, my head was thumping from the night before and my body felt like there was still a living entity forcing its way inside me. As an afternoon drifted past, I still wasnt fully awake. It was about five thirty in the afternoon when my dad came into my room. He didnt knock like Id told him too. He just wandered straight in and took a seat on the bed behind me, I was sat in front of him at the time he came in, on the computer. Turning round I glared at him. You didnt. I figured then he had me all staked out for the bedroom. I glanced at John. He was taking it all in from across the room, all smiles. I pretended complete bemusement."You feel then, Bea, your independence, or your freedom, whatever you want to call it, exists only because men have permitted it?" In a patriarchal society, such as we have, it could not be otherwise," I said."I think you must hate us men very much," he imagined. "Tell me then, Bea. I'm calling you Bea, I hope you don't mind. Tell.