I was kneeling, the inside of my thighs brushing against her hips as my thumbs began to stroke the firm little buds. I felt small tremors run through ...er body as I moved my hands from her breasts, down the hardness of her ribs and over the soft flesh of her stomach. As I reached the junction of each thigh I ran both index fingers around to the back, barely touching her skin. With the lightest of touches each fingernail paused at the entrance to her rectum before travelling the short, sensuous. Have a nice shower. We’re going to fix something to eat”They slipped out of the bathroom still giggling and Daniel lingered in the shower, taking time to soap himself thoroughly, then turning the temperature right down to its coldest setting. He gasped at the shock of the cold water enveloping his body but it felt so invigorating and he soon became used to it. He felt utterly refreshed when he’d finished.He towelled off slowly and then slipped into his white towelling robe. He walked through. “Uhm ... Could you, like, hang on?”“What, slow connection? Did you run out of data on your bundle?”Don’t, Martin. Just don’t. Hold your damned tongue just for once, you idiot... “No. So tell me why it is funny?”“It’s funny because the French are famous for their protectionism. They are all about government intervention. And when the government doesn’t act fast enough, the farmers or whoever it is that wants something special, put up road blocks with burning sheep quicker than you can say. Till finally they pull their heads back. They both smile at the other, taking each other’s hand, they move out to the dance floor. Their hips close to each other's, they grind to the music while all the patrons watch. The dance floor packed with people grinding to the music. They both suddenly spin and choose new dancing partners. Elle straddles a man’s thigh, lowering her body onto it, her naked pussy lips scratched by his jeans. She and her partner gyrate to the music, their bodies tight.