He stood with his arms outstretched, and asked me to rub lotion on his back. When I was done, he asked “How do I look?” My mouth was dry and all ... could stammer was ‘good’. He looked at himself in the mirror and said “Bullshit, I look hot, and you know it! I am in great shape, handsome, and my big cock is busting out of this swimsuit. The fabric feels great on my cock, by the way!”I blushed as he laughed and we cleaned up the hair. He still only had on his Speedo as he grabbed me from. Her presence that night was electric.Rosie had promised me that she would stay sober at least on the occasion of our daughter's birthday, a promise that I knew she had violated as soon as she showed up just as Suzie was about to cut the cake - so preoccupied had I been with the arrangements that I hadn't even realized that she had visited the pub again. Sensing trouble, I moved closer to her, trying to steer her away from the crowd and into her room, but she pushed me away.For a second, it. But I had worked late. Too many people were drowning their sorrows or calming their nerves. So, I snored through the German arrival.It was business as usual the following day. The French had declared Paris “open.” So, it missed out on the destruction that every other major European city experienced. A bunch of the occupants, especially the rich ones, left town in a panic. But, most of them returned a month later, and Paris was back to its usual one-and-a-half-million residents.Then things. I looked up at him as he was sitting on the couch, watching me as I worked on his big hard cock.“Fuck, can I fuck your mouth?” he moaned. I nodded and placed my hands on his knees, signaling for him to take control.He gathered my long hair into a ponytail that he held onto as he started to thrust up into my mouth, guiding my head up and down to get his cock even deeper down my throat.“Pull your tits out for me, play with them,” he said, going a bit faster now.I pulled my top down and took off.