My first weekend tournament in Marseille we celebrated mostly at the beach, also at initiative of Nancy.We danced in the warm sand all evening till sh... took us to a large house with a big private pool outside.Time for the second anecdote to build up tension for my readers. We are in 1990, my first school there.The Summer School was an event of a fortnight up a hill in Ardeche. The tourney in Marseille unexpedtedlyup in the middle weekend. French organise most things last moment ... The fight. “What the hell did my fuckin’ parents tell him?” I kept asking myself. I know my mom can exaggerate and my father isn’t too far behind her, but why the hell did they have to get him involved? Besides, I thought Det. Chang was my boyfriend, but he sure didn’t sound like it on the voicemail. I get to the Southern City Police Station and see the Desk Sergeant. “Hi, my name is Kaitlyn Baker and I’m here to see Detective Chang.” I tell him. The sergeant says nothing, but buzzes Chang’s desk. “Tell. We both went under the blanket.I started hugging her tightly in the blanket. But I didn’t feel much comfort in that so I removed the rug. She placed her hand on my dick which was already standing. She started shaking it and I asked her to suck. She took my tool into her mouth I was enjoying like anything.Meanwhile, I started pressing her boobs. I placed my dick between her boobs and fucked her boobs for some time. I want to drink her milk so I started to suck her boobs like ice cream. I was. Later that evening, Winnie was inside the cell he shared with Keno straightening up. It was almost lights out and Keno finally came back in from his game of dominoes. “Hey, sexy,” Winnie smiled.“Hey, baby girl,” Keno replied.“Thanks for the Little Debbie’s.”“Yeah! No problem boo. We gone make that ass real fat. Pour me up some of that hooch and get on this dick.”Winnie moved quickly and handed Keno a cup. Then, he dropped to his knees and pulled out Keno’s eight inch yellow dick.“Damn,” Keno.