Well Paris. I joined the scrum.My cab was one of those Citroen's that supposedly had that remarkable suspension. It didn't, but the driver obviously t...ought it did, he drove casually, hitting potholes and kerbs without a care in the world, waving his arm out of the window, gesturing rudely to all the other drivers, whilst smoking one of those pungent French cigarettes, which never left his mouth. He got me to the theatre, and grinned knowingly as I paid him. One more story of the English to. Grant then sat back in the chair and watched Phyllis while she continued twisting her nipples, her eyes closed. Phyllis coming to her senses after a few minutes realizing that Grant was sitting over her watching. Phyllis opened her eyes slowly this time looking Grant in the eye, she said, " That what they have done is wrong and that they shouldn't have and that it is to never happen again." Though Phyllis knew that she had not convinced anyone."Grant said, " That he understood, but then told. She was doing that low-volume yelling thing.We flew headlong down the alley. I was trying to catch my breath,running as in one of those dreams where your legs get heavier andheavier and there's something on your tail. Like a deer Emily ran,leaving me far behind. I might have more grace now, but she hadstride-length.Then... she came for me. Realizing I couldn't catch her, Emily turnedand ran back, stopped in front of me. She bent over, her hair a blackveil with grass in it, hiding her face. As I started to protest that I couldn't really, his hand pushed my head forward between her cheeks.Leanne took a sharp intake of breath and I mumbled a half-hearted apology of sorts - both to my wife and to Leanne."Shut up and lick your wife's hole," I got gruffly told.Rachael piped up from beside us "Actually, I'm his wife."This got a throaty laugh from the man and a hidden smile from me as I tasted Leanne's pouty hole. God, I was doing something that I'd been wanting to do every visit Leanne.