This crazy chick, a short, olive skin, early 20 something honey with hefty melon-tits, damn near DD-cups, and shoulder length purple hair, and hot pan...s cut so high they exposed the edge of her white cotton panties; this nutty chick, like a ninja, stealthily snuck up behind me, pulled and twirled me around by the shirt collar, and chastised me, her voice slurry, screaming, “Chad, whurh’ve you FUCKING been!?”To that my eyes bulged, and I replied that I “wasn’t Chad.”“You’re fucking Chad, you. Bob couldnt resist anymore and just pulled down her thong.He squeezed her butt cheeks and kissed her pussy.As she started to moaning she said. „hmmm eat that pussy“.Bob started to lick her pussy while stoking her legs and ceeks.Mary took off her shirt while saying „hmmm oh yeah, lets me see your dick!“She turns around, open his belt and cant clearly see his hard cock. She started to put her lips on it while petting his body.Mary „Ttttssssuuuuppp tttsssuuuppp umm umm umm sslluuurrrppp,ahhh, take. He could see from the dim lantern light that the week’s worth of slow decay still marred her skin, but somehow it seemed to radiate with an inner glow despite the imperfections on the surface. ‘I can feel your heat, Brian, and smell the sweet scent of your sex from here. All that pent up energy trapped inside your body.’ She slowly advanced on Brian with far more aggression than he was expecting. Actually, he had no idea in that moment what he had been expecting. He was lost in an epic battle. She complimented me on my choice of cheese. I offered her some and she accepted, then offered me a bit of pear from the Brittany coast. I found it delicious. I must say in looking back over many years, that lunch, in the soft spring air, the boats gliding by on the Seine with simple bread, cheese, and pears all washed down with a red country wine in the company of a delightful young woman was one of the most memorable meals I have had occasion to enjoy.I felt as if I was French for we shifted.