Firm, symmetrical, and perky with small beautiful nipples they belonged on the cover of a dirty magazine. I cupped one then the other, and gently rol...ed the nipples between my fingers. Every breath I could smell the sweet scent of her beautiful hair. I slid my hand across her amazing stomach and up to her hourglass frame. Sliding gently across her hips I stopped when I reached her juicy ass and squeezed it gently. Ahhh, she was perfect. I reached down and grabbed her other cheek, the bottom. She invited Alfred to stay at the Garibaldi apartment, there being several spare bedrooms, and frequent absences of both Armand and Chloe on political business.The second night of his stay I was awakened by orgiastic howls of pleasure as Chloe introduced young Alfred to a subject not part of the Sorbonne syllabus.Mimi had taken to art as a duck to water. After that first portrait in charcoal, she progressed to making pen and pencil sketches of Chloe and Jean-Woodrow. She soon moved on to paint. She wasnt sloppy or dumpy, just a little more meat. Peggy opened the second bottle of wine and her and Sadie started talking. Still both of us under the blanket, Peggy starts fondling my junk. Now getting another hard on, I try and get in on the conversation. I reach behind Peggy and slid my hand down her shorts grabbing a handful of ass. Peggy has a great ass, and O can stick my middle finger in her crack. Sadie asks if I can use another beer and offers to get me one. Not one to turn down a. ”“You think?”“Not like she could stop me, even if she wanted to.”Mister Hart, of course, was right. Alice couldn’t have stopped him, even if she’d wanted to, which she wasn’t sure she did.“Mistress Sinclair, though.”Mister Hart nodded, his face turning sour as he lowered his voice. “I’d like to give her a good hard banging.”“Not likely. Best we just finish up here before she returns or she’ll have our heads.”“A shame. Maybe…”“Yes?”“Maybe,” Mister Hart grinned as he eyed Alice shrewdly. “Maybe.