'There, done the church, done the culture' laughed Tim. We visited the Museum of erotic art on Boulevard de Clichy. After all this was a sex holiday ...nd the museum was in keeping with the theme of the trip. 'Plenty of ideas in here' joked Jane It was barely after lunchtime when we returned to the hotel. The maid had already cleaned the room putting the restraints, love toys and potions neatly into the dressing table draw. God knows what she thought but then she had probably seen it all. He was really good at oral sex. “Oh. That feels so good. Fucking hell.” “Your pussy is so fucking sweet and so fucking wet.” I was so fucking turned on and was grinding my pussy up against his face. I was riding his tongue. I squeezed my tits together while he ate my pussy. “Fuck. I’m going to come.” The guy put his finger into my pussy and finger fucked me really hard. He was licking my clit faster and faster. I was so turned on and let out a scream and creamed his fingers. He pulled his. Since we were not flying we were able to be a bit more generous with our luggage so we took two 30 kilo rucksacks with a change of clothes, our toiletries, night wear and any other things we might need if we wanted to stop over night on the way to the train. We had originally thought about Newcastle for the boat journey but decided instead to take the channel tunnel as we had never experienced that before.Because of this we decided to stop somewhere near Folkestone on the way down, cross. I imagine the sight, and also the feel, of the nylon would also have an effect on Sue. I was also sure that Rob would benefit from this the most erotic of material.We both dressed in full sight of each other me in my new tight trunks and Linda in her bikini and tights. I was quite flaccid at that time but I was sure that would be short lived and that my cock would be straining to get out of my trunks very soon indeed.Both now dressed in our chosen clothing and both now covered by our light.