Her breasts were average size but perfectly shaped, just like an anatomy text book picture of what a breast should look like.My cock was standing at a...tention by the time she finished her shower and got in the tub beside me. Without hesitating, she reached for my cock and kind of gasped when her fingers couldn't reach all the way around it. She got on top of me and she was so tight she had to gradually work my cock into her. As she did so she leaned down and whispered in my ear that this was. But give me your coat and let's get warm again. So what's in the case?" Right sweetie, shall we go to your room and I'll show you, it will be easier to try these on in your room." So upstairs we went with her lugging the case which she dumped on my bed. She opened it and started sorting through the many types of underwear inside. She finally found a 34C bra, a pink lacy bra lined with silk. "OK do you want to slip your bra off.?"Again I hesitated but now she'd gone to all this trouble it would. " Me, too," I responded. "Any one else want to make love."Lena said, "I want to fuck." Betsy and Sherry nodded their agreement."Okay," I said grabbing up Lena.We had never made love, and I was ready to have her tiny body. She was tiny, about 5' and 100 pounds. She had dark hair and brown eyes. Slim build with small breasts and large nipples and areolas and a small sparse patch of body hair.I kissed her and said, "Are you ready to make love, Little One?" That is what Daddy calls Silla," Sherry. However, underneath the veneer of respectability lay hidden desires, something Chantal recognised well before the rest of us. As events would unfold, I discovered (but alas, too late) that she manipulated us all expertly.As I said, it all started with a slight indiscretion. After an evening of good eating and good drinking, in the company of our neighbours, I let slip that we had our own sex blog. For a country like France, this was nothing special. The French internet is full of couples with.