"I'm going to let you decide how the food is," I suggested. We walked from the low counter to a picnic table in the rear of the dining room. Once we w...re seated Jerrod tried the food. I got a laugh at watching his eye light up."It isn't French cooking but it is very good for peasant cooking," he said,"You mean most cooking in France isn't peasant cooking?" I asked."Not the really good French food. Sure the run of the mill food you would get in a roadside tavern is like this for breakfast. We. He stroked her bare buttocks with both his trembling hands, and he looked at her dear face framed between her pretty feet. ‘I’m so ashamed,’ she whispered – and she began to clean his cum from her cheeks and chin with her bare pink toes and suck it from them. ‘Oh, my God,’ he whispered. She whimpered and wiggled her toes beside her eyes. ‘I’m your nasty toy, Geoffie,’ she whispered. ‘Play with me.’ He slid two fingers into her brazenly displayed pussy, and she wriggled with delight. He began. I slowly took her right hand and put it inside my boxer on my erect dick.I continued to circle her nipples. After a few minutes, she was responding. Her breathing was faster and I can feel her heartbeat. Her hand started to hold and feel my dick. She slowly started to rub my dick.She was thinking all this was happening in her sleep. Her nipples became hard and her heart was beating fast. I took courage and slowly lifted her nighty and saw that she was not wearing panties. I put my hand on her. Cypress told me that before, but I never connected the dots like I do at this moment. We didn’t know the whole story about sex – and were terrified of the boys. The old ones have only ever seen Cypress as the swordsman who kills and never dies. I guess I can understand them being terrified. I double-check my shotgun. ‘You’re sure Cypress’s staff is in here?’ I call behind me. ‘Yes,’ a voice comes from the shadows. I yank the doors open and pause. I listen. Yes. Yes – I hear something..