You won’t either, so it is up to me. If you agree, I will ask if I can move into Tanner’s cabin, and have him send Clint in here, for the rest of ...he cruise.” Blushing a beet red, Ashley replied, “I would like that very much.” After breakfast, the next morning, Susan and Tanner were leaning on a rail, when Susan said, “Tanner, If I was a twenty-three year old girl, I would like to room, with my man.” Without missing a beat, Tanner said, as he took her in his arms, “Some forty-four year old. I was listening to the historical events from my tiny hotel room in Marseilles, Vichy France and wondered if I had made a mistake in choosing that location during these formative years of the war. It would have been exciting to be in London at this time frame but I knew the randomness of bombing was such that the danger was too great to risk. Above all, I wanted to see the entire war and return to my own time period in one piece having gained marvelous insight into the substance and feel of. Mommy seemed to be the most shocked at my performance, as she gently fingered my bum and I asked her, in a lisping little girl’s voice, if I’d done an adequate job. She patted me on the head and told me that I was in need of a strict and severe caning for doing such disgusting things in front of ladies, but that she would let me off if I got cleaned up quickly and prepared her for her client. I was whisked upstairs, to my room, by Auntie Gemma. I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face and reapplied. Rachelle looked around seeing the busy city around them. Her mind drifted to what she had privy to. His organ was so fantastic. Her mind allowed her to almost feel the strength of his beautiful noble cock. ‘Rachelle, Rachelle you are a million miles away. Care to share?’ Robert asked interested. Rachelle got caught again. She covered well, pointing out a couple dressed alike must have been in their seventies. Robert put his left hand on the table as he looked into her face. He sure couldn’t.