"Cocles went away perfectly happy, for this eulogium of M. Morrel, himself the pearl of the honest men of Marseilles, flattered him more than a presen... of fifty crowns. But since the end of the month M. Morrel had passed many an anxious hour. In order to meet the payments then due; he had collected all his resources, and, fearing lest the report of his distress should get bruited abroad at Marseilles when he was known to be reduced to such an extremity, he went to the Beaucaire fair to sell his. We twisted our bodies around and put our legs on either side of us so our pussies were together. Our hips rocked back and forth grinding our cunts, our clits, together. I pulled on her ankle keeping her pressed hard against me. I started to orgasm. "Hell yeah! ... Fuck me baby!" I yelled. For the next few hours we fucked, sucked, and fingered each other in many ways. We fell backwards, limp from exhaustion, our arms outstretched. Silent, we just lay next to each other, with brief glimpses in. . never thought you had such a hot fantasy. Hope your fantasy comes true. . :)Sow- hey what..you are teasing me ah.. I know you would react like this. So only I hesitated to open up. (Had a sad face as if about to cry)I – hey calm calm…I didn’t mean to hurt you. Each have their own fantasy. I respect yours ( laughing in mind).cool down. Won’t you ask me whats mine.Sow- so whats yours.I- Something against our culture and tradition. I want have an incest relationship…Sow-what the hell. How can. Finally, I had reached the point where bed and sleep beckoned far more than another round of drinks. I left the group and headed down Bourbon Street in the direction of my quaint little hotel on Chartres. The air was still as I walked the cobblestone road, a few stars peeking through the night sky. The noise of the revelers was receding and I’d left the stale beer smell of Bourbon Street behind. As I'm walking along – well, you’ve probably guessed who is coming in the other direction but my.