In his red Miata, before my parents got homefrom work. He asked me to change before we went out. I took a shower andpulled my hair into a French twist... held by a single clip. I had died itblonde, to better match my personality when I'm a girl. Not needing toshave yet, I pulled the hose up my legs. They looked fantastic and showedoff the curves in my long legs and butt. I love the way they felt,cupping my butt and stretching against my legs with every movement. Iadded the bra and panties and sat. But here is what I am fantasizing.He comes over and we invite him in, I get him a drink and her a glass of wine, while he is giving her a big hug and telling us how he is going to miss us.I tell them to get comfortable, that I am going out on the balcony and enjoy the nice sea breeze. I leave the curtain agap so I can see in through the sliding glass door. I also leave the door slightly cracked so I can hear what is going on. They sit down on the couch together and make small talk for a few. I continued to finger her harder and faster and she threw her head back and let out another load moan as another orgasm hit her. She then rolled off the bed and away from me. I was afraid she was going to tell me again that this was wrong and to leave. Instead to my delight she pulled me into her and kissed me long and deep. As we were kissing and our tongues entwining I reached under her nightie and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and then helped me pull her nightie off over. "Oh please! Have you no concept of why the English and Americans, who havehardly ever been to Paris or at best spent no more than a day in it, comeup with bullshit like that? Or of why the most famous French quotationabout Paris, in a country not known for its early risers, is "Parisappartient ? ceux qui se l?vent t?t."?There was an English joke that hinted at the truth: "How many Frenchmendoes it take to defend Paris?" The answer was "I don't know, it's neverbeen tried before."Yes, you see.