So Air France MIA to CDG, off load the bikes then dash for Munich. Be there in time for Christmas.’ ‘Might be doable,’ he said, ‘assuming we c...n get going in September.’ ‘I think we go ahead and book flights to Athens for the 10th. A few days to work on the bikes, maybe add some gear, then off by the 15th.’ He nodded. ‘I like it.’ ‘What about Brigit?’ ‘What about Deborah?’ We laughed, and all was right with our little world. +++++ Deb and Rhea were in the last stages of packing when I got home,. When you're getting fucked as hard and as well as Jack was fucking me you tend to lose track of time; I hit an orgasm and stayed there until I felt him start to swell."Fuck me Jack, please don't stop," I begged, "don't stop, cum baby, cum in me baby."Jack groaned out loud, no yelled out; I felt his dick swell, stretching me more than I already was. With every magnificent stream of his boiling hot seed my pussy gripped his delicious cock harder and harder milking it for all it was worth. When. Being a dirty foreigner he spoke strangely.There he was now, his swarthy dark face smiling at him as he began opening his basket."Ahh, it my little flend from se cottage. Where you been? Mamba ave waited for you, look!"His hand drew out the great slithering snake.Dick exclaimed in a strange tone. "Mama-mia what a Mamba!" You like de look of him eh?" said the circus man, " Go ahead I let you stroke him. Don't be frighten."The man's breath carried the vile smell of garlic.Dick hesitated but the. The unfamiliar voice came from a corner of the room, hidden from my sight. But as the figure walked towards the bed, I recognised Bridget. “What on earth was she doing here?” I thought. The three of them chattered and gestured wildly, Tristan, rolling himself on the sheets laughing. Bridget sprang onto the bed, her tall slender, model like body springing up and down on the bed lightly. “Just testing the mattresses!” she giggled. Sitting between the pair she swung her arm around them both..