It was enough.The sorrowful son of a mathematicianMy father got a doctorate of mathematics at a large mid-western university, where he met mom who was...studying chemistry and got her bachelor's of science degree. Like the boy in that tale of Asimov, I also had a sister. Basic nuclear family in the atomic age. Intellectual genes perhaps, but in the Junior year of High School I was flunking Algebra II. I had gotten C's in Algebra I, and B's and A's in Geometry the year before, but I was not having. . live up to all of the best stereotypes about French girls ... fuck, yeah!” I told Fleur while stroking her hair and enjoying her mouth on my dick.“Absolument! Some cliches are true, monsieur! At least about those of us who haven’t been ... brainwashed by American romantic comedies and Hallmark pop culture. There are some idiot ladies, even in France, who’ve bought into that worldview. I call them ‘Americanized’ or maybe ‘Anglicized,’ because the prudishness is a legacy of Queen Victoria and. ... We talked about it! I'm ready!........Keep fucking me and you can fuck my ass.” She had that pleading in her voice again. “Fuck me in the ass...... When you're ready to cum, tell me. I'll let you fuck me in the mouth and fill it full of cum. Please!” Finally the truck moved on. “God....Baby........Please FUCK ME!” I pulled my cock out of Vicky's pussy. It was so wet it glistened with her juices. Before she could complain I found the small ring of her anus with the head of my dick and shoved. I leaned toward him and we kissed a very gentle but long lasting kiss. Our tongues met and we began fondling each other with our hands. He asked if I would like to go to the back seat and I said "yes". I stepped between the two front seats and laid down on the middle seat. He knelt on the floor next to me and unbuttoned my top. He began kissing and caressing from my face to my breasts and my belly. He unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I felt his hand slide into my.