Quite upset, the policeman proceeds to alcohol-test (breath test) the Englishman and verifies that he is indeed totally sloshed.He asks the Englishman...if he knows why, under French Law, he is going to be arrested.The Englishman answers with a bit of humour,“No sir, I do not! But while we’re asking questions, do you realize that this is a British car and that my wife is driving on the other side?”This has been made possible by a sharing Reader.If God was a Woman...1. Sex would smell like. The wave of loud and then muffled humming accompanied the tool's appearance and disappearance in Steph's snatch as she fucked herself shamelessly in front of her boy."Oh God, how I love fucking myself while you watch, Marty," the depraved 34-year-old woman groaned. "It makes me feel so fucking hot and nasty, fucking my cunt with this thing while you watch."Stephanie, her tits caught between her outstretched arms, held the vibrator in two hands now, almost pounding the thing into her oily,. I cupped her breast and slowly massaged the underside of her boob. She placed her hand on mine and helped me please herself. I kept sucking her nipple, occasionally stopping to lick around it before continuing my delicious treat. Then I switched sides, wettening the other nipple as well. The first one was slick with my saliva. A few minutes went by and we both wanted more. I let go of her tit with a pop and moved back to her head where we engaged in another kiss. My hands were making their way. I just knew what was expected. I always bought conservative clothing and made sure to hide all that might be of interest to a man. The most profound example of this was swimsuits. I just knew I was expected to wear a one-piece suite.His present looked small and very hot. It was a two-piece string bikini made even smaller by my big boobs. I bought it because I thought it would be fun to get William a little excited and aroused. What did it matter if a man saw me wearing it at a campsite? So what.