I chose a sport coat, slacks and a white silk shirt. We left and went to dinner. The staff remembered us from ten years ago and we were treated to one...of our best meals ever in Paris. Shelley and I were overjoyed. When it came time to pay the bill the Maître D insisted that it was a gift from the hotel to us to celebrate our ten years. We thanked them all and left the hotel to walk along the edge of the river on Champs-Elysees. We walked along holding hands looking at all the other lovers doing. "Why aren't you upset with what's happened to you? I know I certainlyam!" John pulled the front of his shirt back together, knowing that thesight of the breasts was even more disturbing to Karen than they hadbeen to him. John thought about her logical question for a minute. Heshould have been screaming his fool head off, but he wasn't. He really didn't have a pat answer, other than the fact than he hadbeen steeling himself for just this possibility. "Karen, please come back to bed, and while. Im moaning and trying to scream with a dick in my mouth. Jake is fucking me so hard I feel like hes gonna break me. He thrusts into me one last time and then I feel his cum shooting inside me. I watch him get dressed then he walks up the stairs and I hear the door open and close. The three guys that are left all get up and the one that I was sucking sits in a chair. I walk over to him and get ready to slide his cock into my pussy. Noo, no, no. I want your tight little asshole. He rubs my. Colleen’s right hand drifted from her side, grabbing Gavin’s and holding in place. Her other hand came to rest upon the back of his head, pulling his face towards hers. Their lips locked, and their tongues danced, as they tasted the sweetness of each other’s mouth. Slowly, Colleen’s hand slipped to the growing tent in her Protector’s pants. She gently rubbed, unsure. Finally, breaking their kiss, Colleen whispered, “My mind and soul are at war. For my head knows that these feelings are.