"Good," smiled Nicole. "I'll turn the ring off on this phone so your evening won't be disturbed by it. The voicemail will catch any calls." She set th... ringer to silent and returned her attention to the couple. "My apologies, I've left you standing here... please," she motioned to the only set table, "here is the table you requested."Genevieve beamed at Jean-Luc. "You requested our table? You are such a darling!" She kissed Jean-Luc's cheek."Allow me to take your coats," smiled Nicole as. He gradually got faster and with each thrust his cock went deeper inside my wet cunt. The black guy started a steady in and out fucking on me, making me pant and moan, as my breathing got heavier and faster.I suddenly felt totally full and I knew that I was going to cum. I pushed my hips forward and felt my cunt exploding in a shattering thunderous orgasm that crashed through my whole body. But Francis did not give me a chance to recover, as he continued pumping my even harder; so, within. Then did the female version of a quickie, we masturbated each other to orgasm, and then showered.Jen made us a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. We went to check out the basement gym. The basement was huge, it even seemed to be bigger that the footprint of the house. There were exercise machines for every part of the body including a state of the art treadmill. One end of the basement floor was full-width mats like the ones used in wrestling matches.Jen walked me over to the corner of. There was what looked like a perfect camping spot under a couple of gnarled oak trees, and a half-derelict stone cowshed offered somewhere to stow the bikes. I don’t remember who vocalised our thought first, but the suggestion that we spend a few days camping in this very private spot received unanimous support.At the track junction there had been a typical Breton farmhouse, a rectangular single storey stone building with a slate roof proof against the winter gales, and an old lady had waved at.