When the music changed I led her back to her place, where her husband was waiting for her. She introduced me to him and he shook my hand in a friendly...fashion. That was when I asked her whether she had a collection of elastic bands. She opened her little handbag and showed me half a dozen bands strung together: "These are the ones I have conquered so far". "You're missing an orange one" I commented. "Yes, do you know where I can find one?", she asked. "Maybe I have one for you". At that point. I continued chatting with the owner while Louie took a few pictures of me in the cellar. ‘The worst things about the Rhone,’ I said, ‘are the nuclear power plants that are on its banks.’ ‘The nuclear plants?’ ‘Yeah… I jog, and when I jog, I wear a heart monitor. Last fall, Louie took me to France and Italy for a romantic getaway. He rented a new Renault diesel for us at the Charles De Gaul airport, and we drove to Chablis where we spent the night at a Chateau. Then we drove through the rest of. We headed out on a Friday morning and headed to this college town a couple of hours away to stay at this bed and breakfast, and when we got there we did some sight seeing around town and then headed to a great dinner. We got back to the hotel fairly early which I was hoping would mean that I was going to get some. Stacy jumped into the shower, and I quickly joined her and we had some shower fun, but nothing that involved sex. When we got out I dried off and I headed straight to the bed. Stacy. "Oh," she said, scratching her head. "OK. I didn't think of that. Google it and then go down and buy some rubbers, some condoms, thin ones, hear? We'll do it Saturday when the folks go out shopping. That gives you two days to get ready." She turned and left, leaving me aching, my cock bent double in my pants. I was dying to bounce on her round, pink belly.I took a handful of tissues to bed with me and filled them up after searching "how to fuck" on the Internet and watching guys mount girls and.