Ronnie, a girl named Theresa and a guy named bro were all inside chilling in the living room. Ronnie was braiding bro's hair and Theresa was lounging ...n the couch watching t.v. I came in and grabbed a seat and asked Ronnie where my cousin was. She let me know that he had just left before I arrived. Theresa was a petite cute brown skinned girl. I had never fucked her but some of my home boys had hit the pussy and she had a reputation for being a good fuck. She was about 5'3” tall and 100lbs if. I slowed my pace and gently slid my fingers out from her pussy and her bottom as she came down, hearing the squelch and seeing the juice ooze from her. The temptation was too much and in a second, my greedy mouth was between her swollen folds, lapping and sucking her, drinking every drop. She sighed as I cleaned her pussy with my mouth and it was then that I became aware once more of my own needs. As I lapped at her, my body moved and my erect penis was stroking against the bedclothes. God I. ‘We have one full day here before we head to Paris. You know my dad’s meeting us there instead of us going up to Denmark.’ ‘We’re not going to Copenhagen?’ Brad asked. ‘I can live with that, but can we still make it up to Amsterdam?’ ‘Let’s not and say we did,’ I quipped. ‘I just want to see London, Paris, and Rome.’ ‘And Marseille,’ Dale added. ‘And Marseille,’ I agreed. Dale spoke fluent French, thanks to his extra work in that particular class, so we had agreed to spend most of our time in. A short walk and we were at a cafe with outside tables. The menu had a wide variety of entrees, Sasha explained the first few to me - but I said that grilled chicken and greens was what I would like. We hit the bread, cheese and wine quite heavily as we waited to place our order. It was much the same as mainland Europe, bread, wine and menus were what you got for the first 30 - 45 minutes. If your order was placed within an hour, things were moving along rapidly. These ladies breast were on.