Wide. Now’ He couldn’t help but stroke a round cheek as she did so. He took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of her juices. They’d made her lac... panties even more see-through. He let a finger slide between her legs and traced her puffy little lips through the moist fabric. ‘Oh Claire. You seem to be a bit wet, don’t you?’ He felt her clit twitch a little as he paused, putting a little pressure on it. She let out a low moan, arching her back with delight. Suddenly she felt her legs being. A French-Moroccan girl discovers forest sex, and exposes herself to a female motorist.The envelope containing a memory stick in her mailbox looked innocent enough. She took it with her on the way in and left it on the table in the hallway. Aureli Durand had just arrived home, exhausted after another stressful day at the office. Home was an apartment in an expensive suburb close to Paris’ city centre.Aureli, a tall slim girl from Moroccan French descent with coffee-coloured skin, checked out her. ‘So good of you to make it sleepyhead,’ as our lips met and our tongues found each other, our bodies melding together, the water cascading over our nakedness. My hands slid over her body, down her back, her sides and then started to knead her wonderful arse. As our mouths feasted on each other, her hands dropped to grasp my hardness, stroking me slowly. She began to soap my balls and shaft, pulling back her face from me, smiling broadly. ‘Oh god that feels so good baby,’ I murmured, as my body. “Regular” meaning atleast every other weekend and a couple of times a weekafter dinner. Sara stayed with her father every otherweekend. This Saturday Becka had to meet a client andgo out of town on business for the weekend. Sara’s dadwas “not available” to take her.I heard Sara come out of the bathroom. I was sitting onthe couch. She came up behind me, bend down and put herarms around me, hands on my stomach and I could feelher nipples on my neck. I turned and.