In preparation I went to the bathroom and prepared to brush my teeth. As soon as the knock came on the door I put plenty of tooth paste in my mouth an... began brushing. I went to the door, brush in hand, opened and the old man was standing there with the bottle and some glasses. I motioned with my head for him to take it into the room, muttering with a mouth full of toothpaste that I would be in in a second to sign the invoice.I was very nervous. I didn’t know if the old man would be shocked,. At least I think I hope you did. I know you packed some good quality lubricant as I saw it in your overnight bag; good girl! Your thighs were just too inviting to resist. Soft and warm, not to mention that another man will have been enjoying you opening them for him just a couple of hours earlier. I wonder if he will have marvelled at your freshly shaven pubic mound, and your glistening labia as your legs fell open for him. Will he have marvelled the way that I did when I eased open your legs. She moaned into my mouth and pulled my closer to her. She took her right and slid it down to my pants and fumbled with the zipper. I helped her out and went back to her tits. She pulled my rock hard cock out of my pants and started jerking me off again and I was in heaven. She pulled off my mouth and whisper “do I have to,” weakly. “A deal is a deal.” She just looked at me and then looked at my cock. And then leaned over my cock and starred at it for a moment before kissing the head. She then. “I know” Gail replied, “I would want to be in the South of France in a village called St Paul de Vance, little artist community and the local food is great. The best time to be there is late summer afternoons when the men play boulles and you can sit with a pastis and soak up the sun. “And the meal” Paul asked. O, that will have to be the local poultry dish, I cannot remember what they call it but it has lots of wine, garlic and small onions in. That with a good red wine. That is what I would.