I lit a cigarette and we set next to each outher on the couch, he told me i looked just like her and i said i am her dont think of me as looking like ...er think of me as being her or i cant do this just call me linda or miss riggs. I told him the more he calld me by her name the more i got into the part, he agreed that it was getting him harder then he had ever been. He then said linda i want to make love to you so bad, and ismiled and we started kissing. I had caught my mom having a few on. They were taking classes at the Cordon Bleu like Lib had. It was Libby's second summer of classes at the famous cooking school. Libby's little sister also took art classes, and Libby took an advanced international banking class. Since Libby didn't date, she had time for both the class and cooking school. They went native, in that they only spoke French, dressed like they were French, and acted like they were French; they were so good, they passed for being French. They traveled on the weekends. She sat up in bed clutching her bent knees to her chest. Asatisfied smile played constantly around her full, sensuous lips. Overand over she kept thinking to herself, I'm a woman now--a real woman! I'm not just a scared k** in school any more . . . I'm a woman! I'vehad a man's warm, wonderful penis inside me . . . I've been made loveto--fucked--by a man, and I want to have it again. Oh, I can't wait tohave Randy's big beautiful cock inside me again! She giggled girlishly to herself as she. ”We spent the next three nights like that and I was getting used to the taste of my own cum but I enjoyed tasting her lovers' cum much more and we couldn’t wait to get back to France.The short drive to the Eurostar train terminal was full of sex talk and how she couldn’t wait to get back in her lover’s arms and indeed, I couldn’t wait!Martin met us at the terminal in Calais and they had a long passionate embrace; his tongue was in her mouth for at least three minutes and his hands were all over.