I must have listened for half an hour as they really gave it to Momma.One hand once again down my pajama bottoms and the other squeezing , pinching an... pulling on a nipple.In my minds eye I can see her getting again like last night, riding on top but this time sucking the other man. Or getting it from behind again with another sticking his big black dick in her mouth. Endless postions whirled in my head and I began to cum thinking about itMomma's howl was what jolted me from my reverie.. As it was I had finished earlier than expected and after a quick change I ventured out. Unbeknown to me the hotel we situated on the edge of the Pigalle district which at the time was the Soho of Paris – loads of sex shops, cinemas and a fair few ladies of the night walking round even though it was 4 in the afternoon. Going round I couldn’t help but think how seedy it all was, but hey, what a hypocrite coming from someone who was wanking in public only the night before! After a while I got. We picked two skinny freshmen basket ball players, shy and farm boy polite. K started reviling more of her thin body, with more nip slips on purpose letting them get long looks. Then with my encouragement she offered them hand jobs, then as they studied harder she gave them short sucks but finishing them off with her hands. She told them they could have sex with her if the got B's on their mid term test, and they both scored A's. I'd been letting her do her thing with them in our small study. Gee was right. Branches and other tree debris was being blown loose and when it reached the green chasm of our little channel, it dropped, still propelled by the mucked up wind eddies below the treetop level. The rain came from one direction one moment, another the next.That same thing – the wind not being in a constant direction and speed – meant that the mooring lines were working a bit. I made provisions, loosening the line on one side, pulling the boat in another direction. A couple of feet.