My cock was straining in my pants. Soon Sandy had unbuttoned, unzipped and was sliding her jeans down past her knees. Her perfect little ass was point...ng in my direction as she bent over to slide her jeans to her ankles and the floor. When she stood up the plain white cotton bra and panties didn’t look that sexy. Her incredible body almost made me scream as I struggled to control myself and my sexual hunger. My wife just sat there and watched without saying a word. Fred and Sandy jumped into. It felt so good I spread my legs and closed my eyes, the combination of him holding it so tight and the feeling of being stroked was electrifying. He would stroke till I felt it build up, then stop a couple of minutes and start again. My heart was pounding and I was breathing in quick short breaths. While I was building up he'd rub the tip with his thumb, sliding over and down the piss slit to just under the head. I could feel wetness and didn't know if I peed, or if it was precum. He looked up. She asked me to transfer it to her laptop.She suddenly asked me “Do you smoke” and I said yes. She asked me if she can have a fag. I was amazed but went out in the balcony and had a cigarette , it was 2 in the night. Once back in the room she asked me how did she look and I said good , pretty and nice. But she wanted to hear more and kept asking me and nudging me till I said you look hot and sexy. She smiled and said I wanted to hear this. We kept chatting on the couch when she suddenly asked. ‘I won’t be needing this anymore, will I?’I nod in agreement, but find myself utterly tongue-tied in the presence of this extraordinarily beautiful and gifted girl.‘Oh, I sorry!’ she says switching to an almost perfectly accented Parisian French. (I can’t speak it well, but I know a good French accent when I hear one.) ‘I’m being so rude. You don’t understand a word I’m saying.’I do. I understand it all. But there’s only one voice I can use that won’t shatter the magnificent illusion that.