Alone withthe elevator operator on the way back down, I catch himstaring at my breasts. My nipples are hard from the coolwind up top. “All right...” I smile, and he seemssurprised as I slip his hand inside my top. My trip tothe Arc de Triomphe is not a complete waste, I think, asI make my way towards my ultimate destination – the TourEiffel (toor ee-fell).Walk along the Avenue Kleber (don’t worry, it’s not aFrench word, so you can pronounce it any way you please)to. I started to suck on her already hard clit and she let out a loud moan grabbing a fist of my hair pushing my face into her crotch. She let go and d****d her legs either side of me, “I want to see it…” she said firmly. She then ran a foot up my leg to my crotch and pressed her foot against my constrained cock under my trousers. Smiling she hopped off the counter she took my hand and lead me to the bedroom, before I could say anything she was on her knees before me and undoing my belt pulling. “No, darling! Have you got lots and lots of wine. Greygarth gossip might surprise you, on this occasion.” “Loads Mum, loads – you’ve got me intrigued. Is somebody suspected of having a quick illicit fumble somewhere then? Come on, we’ll grab a taxi.” Forty minutes later Viv unlocked the door to her apartment on the 14th floor of East Wharf. “Welcome to my humble abode Mum. “What do you think?” “Oh my goodness! It’s absolutely amazing. The view is incredible, and up here it’s so quiet.” “Bit. Daddy doesn’t hate him, either…” Color rushed into his cheeks at the flood of virtues that the two sisters each attributed to him. He understood that they both felt strongly about him, but neither of them had really put it into words before now, other than Fiona’s offhanded ‘I love you.’ His chest felt uncomfortably warm beneath the outpouring. It might have been his imagination, but Mrs. Reed’s expression seemed to soften as her daughters talked over each other in a rush to assure her that she.