My body remembers. My senses remember. Why Paris?It is where I came of age. Have you ever been there? If so, you will understand. Perhaps your city is...a different one. But Paris was mine. It is a city of innate sensuality. It is unmistakably real, with palpable beauty. Not like some other cities, whose realities are harsh and dirty and damaging. Paris’ beauty lives in the moment and in the senses. Its only harshness is that it is a place where you must find yourself, or someone else will. I had a full time job but took this job at a pizza place to bring in a little more. It was a help. I worked the front counter and it was not hard but it was long hours for not alot of money. Then one night one of the guys walked off the job. We were really busy but managed to get most of everything done. I had helped to deliver several orders and we had one more so I took it as it was on my way home. I stopped by the hotel and went to the room. It was two younger guys, well younger than me as I. " We've already talked about everything you've already given me, and what price I put on them. Not only are we even my love, but I still owe you big time." I answered.She grinned, "Well, in that case pay up sucker," then she told me to get up on the bed.Well, I owed her so I guess I had to do as she commanded. I got up onto the bed and laid down flat on my back. Well, one part of my anatomy wasn't lying flat, that damned little head sure had a mind of its own.Vicky climbed up over the foot of. She trusted him completely as he held her firm against the rope and wrapped both arms around him as she opened her mouth to take his tongue within her mouth hungrily. As the brief kiss ended she said “Yes. Are you sure the people won’t see us? We only have a few minutes.” He chuckled and replied “That is part of the excitement, the crowd below, and being done before the spot lights glare upon us and bring us into view.” He took his free arm and slid his hand between them,.
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