The men wrenched their cocks out, showing the gaping ruby ruin of my two holes, and everyone cheered. The men I was stroking took their place, and a t...ird man squeezed in, and before I could even shout with glee, they were inside me at once, two stretching my pussy open, the third squishing my taint against them with his cock deep in my shithole. I mewled delightedly, backing into them, taking them deeper. My pussy lips were stretched taut and pulled from my slit with the strain, turned to an. I sighed and pressed my body against his. I wanted this. I could feel my pantied groin against his, my cock, now hard, against his. I moaned and kissed him back. Then I heard the door open."Ah, there's my good little girls," Rachel said. We separated and both sat up. She stood in front of us. We both just waited, silent. She grabbed a nearby chair and moved it so that she was sitting across from us."Sit there just like that," she said. "Closer, though." We each moved closer so that our hips. As we started to kiss passionately, I felt Greg lift his hips below me, working himself even deeper inside me. I broke the kiss as I arched my back, letting out a lustful moan as began to slide myself up his length, almost off of him then slamming fully onto him again. I quickly eased into a fast pace, riding his length, loving every inch until Greg began to meet my thrusts, driving himself up to me, grabbing my hips until finally he began to slam into me harder as he told me he was ready to. As I was about to leave, Linda appeared and joined me to plan her visit and tell me about herself while sipping a glass of wine.In her mid fifties, Linda told me she was a lady of leisure married to a rich businessman, away most of the time. It was the first time she came back to Paris since her college days (I didn't dare asking how many years).First, we walked to the Harris bar, a few blocks away then had dinner in a brasserie on the boulevard, next to the Opera. While eating, she made no.