I woke up, pulled down my pants and underwear. I glanced at Shyam, who had his dick out, which was smaller. I held my cock, shaking it signaled Shyam ...sking, “Shall I?” He nodded. My cock was rod-like dancing, and Ananya had her eyes locked on my cock.I grabbed Ananya’s legs, turned her into a doggy style. She rested her head on her husband’s lap, and her mouth was inches away from his erect cock. I rubbed and massaged her pussy with my saliva-drenched hands. I rubbed my cock head over the wet,. Paris does not suffer fools. Only visionaries. And if you embrace it, you can share in that. Its dirtiness is only in that it has an underbelly, as all great cities do. But in Paris, it is an underbelly full of the history and creative excesses of life that you will love to explore. You will revel in it, go home, take a well-earned shower, and then do it again. And the only damage it does, is make you look at yourself in the clear light of the morning. It doesn’t judge. You get to do that. I used to keep an empty enema bottle ready in the shower for my own cleansing, either before toying my ass, or just to freshen up after a particularly bad movement. These days we have a custom shower head that works nicely. I hate feces, and having to go, well, number two, for lack of a better term. My disdain for bowel necessities made the fact that I loved anal play that much more intriguing to me. My mother once told me that my hating to go was why I was always constipated as a child. Later,. As we walked and talked I made a comment about how no one would see us if we had sex in the field, I knew she would be disgusted cos that the sort of girl she was.I was right as I mentioned it she said no way and started to strom off I went over and grabbed her pushed her on the floor and said well your gonna get this unzipped my trousers to reveal a huge c**k got inbetween her legs and ripped her p@@@@es off and drove into her as hard as I could, I could not of expecte the responce I got she.