They parked the Mercedes in underground parking and continued on foot. First, she showed him the Promenade des Anglais, the boulevard between the city...and the beach. She pointed out some fancy hotels and sitting on a bench, facing the Mediterranean, they ate a crepe with Nutella.In the old town, they visited the Chagall Museum. He was not a painter Alex liked a lot, but Louise did, so he tried to be nice in his comments on paintings that were not nearly as cool as Dali’s art.When they were back. The last time I undressed in Susan's exam room was as a patient."Oh, he's going to love them," Susan looks down upon my big tits. "He's going to absolutely love them."It feels strange to hear another woman compliment me on my boobs. I briefly consider covering them with my hands or turning away out of shame, but then realize Susan has seen plenty of tits before. She's seen more tits than most women will ever see.Then I think about her words. I think of her interesting use of the word, "him.". Wow, that was so hot!While the whole process from first contact probably took no more than 6 or 7 minutes, it seemed like an eternity because I was worrying about Mike seeing us. I didn’t know how he would react. Andi straightened out her blanket. I moved back to my original position beside her. Then Andi wrapped herself in her blanket and leaned over toward me and started rubbing the tent pole in my pants and about a minute later, Mike reappeared.Mike sat on the floor on the other side of. I entered the room and took hold of the dildo. Itwas cold, unlike the thick warmth of my first lover’smanhood.The next thing I remember is the tangy taste of a blondebush on my lips, and the constant thunder as I wasfucked by my first strap on. I remember thinking howwonderful it felt, and how decidedly spicy the blondetasted. I tried to give as good as I got, not wantingthem to feel left out of the action. I came hard, andoften. When it became my turn to try the strap on, Itook a moment.