It was close to the Cote d'Azur and only a two hour leisurely drive to Monte Carlo.I returned my rental car and caught a flight to Marseilles. Again, ... rented a car and drove to Aix Provence, a matter of thirty kilometers. I checked into the hotel, delighted with the lovely mature look of the place. The accommodations were simple but elegant. I was certain I would be happy here. There was no pool, but there was a lovely garden with a variety of locations to sit and read or relax with a glass of. “I’m sure I taste better than I smell,” she hinted.The song ended and he placed his hand on the small of her back. “Would you be able to go with me?”“No but my husband doesn’t mind watching me with other men,” she countered.“He watches other men fucking his wife?”“Believe me, my husband is the best fuck I’ll ever experience. It turns him on to watch other men fuck me and I’m certainly not about to stop him! I’m the luckiest wife in the world to have a husband that enjoys watching me fucking all. “Hey, stranger!”What was that buzzing in his ear? Another monster?“I said, hey!”He turned toward the buzzing. A man, a farmer by the looks of him. Not a monster.“Are you…OK,” said the farmer.“Yes.”“Are you the one killing everything?”“I am killing these rabbits,” showing the bloody pulp that was once a rabbit to the farmer.“I see that. Look you—I think you need help. Why don’t you come with me? My daughter is a fine cook.”Seeing no more monsters to kill he followed the farmer to his home.The. Thrusting her cunt onto the man’s face, she wanted him to lick and suck her clit for a while. Still, it felt damn good to have his tongue deep inside her cunt. As if in answer to her prayers, she soon felt O’Malley’s tongue sliding out of her fuckhole and up her cunt slit.Coach was sucking and licking the young slut’s pussy like a starving man. The slut’s smooth, wet cuntflesh against his tongue was very tasty. He slid the full length of his tongue along the slut’s cuntslit. After rubbing it up.