”“If he comes home,” Lady Nicole said bitterly, “He has been gone for almost a year. Many men returned months ago. You know as well as I do th...t he is likely dead. We need to conserve our money. We don’t know how much longer we will be allowed to stay here, once the Count has declared Jean dead.”“This is the last dress, I promise,” Marguerite said, “but I won’t give up on Jean like that. He promised me he would come home and I believe he will. But, I will make sure that today is the last. They thought I was an undercover NARC and couldn't get away from me fast enough and then one afternoon, as I was sipping a beer in a bar just down the street from my shop, I got lucky and it fell right into my lap.Two men came into the bar for a cold one or two and they took the two stools to my right. I overheard snatches of their conversation and it sounded like they were salesman for a drug manufacturer. When one of them got up to go to the bathroom I turned to the other and said, "You sound. She spit on the head, and then slowly ran each hand down my shaft one after the other. It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced. I was gonna cum. I reached up and grabbed Paula's thighs hard, pulling her ass into my face as I climaxed. After the first spurt of cum, I felt her lips on the head of my dick. She took all of the cum in her mouth and then dismounted my face. Paul looked me in the eyes and stuck out her tongue, revealing the cum I had filled her mouth up with. She then. I told you this stuff is slimy, go ahead and feel it.”There in the tent sat two naked teenage sluts, at least in my opinion as they each wiped globules up rolling them between their fingers giggling like the little schoolgirls they were. I was downright shocked at the conduct but nothing prepared me for what was to take place. As the laughter subsided they became serious, even in the dimly lit tent I saw their eyes meet, then Betty reposition her body slightly and their eyes were now clenched.