They took a meandering walk to the Parc Monceau, found a secluded spot, and shared a leisurely picnic. Sebastien loved to watch her eat. He felt like...a secret pervert at mealtimes. Winter was just such a sensual eater. He didn’t think that such a thing existed until he met her. When she bit into something that she particularly liked, she’d purr, or sometimes give a little soft moan, and close her eyes. Also, in the absence of silverware, if something dripped onto her fingers, her quick little. HIS COCK GREW ROCK HARD ALREADY AND WAS BOUNCING OF HIS STOMACH HE STARTED STROCKING IT LONG AND SLOW ANSD I BEGAN TO RUBB MY CLIT WITH ANTICIPATION FOR WHAT WAS TO COME NEXT.OK KNEEL DOWN ON THE BED AND SITCK YOUR ASS IN THE AIR HE SAID. I GOT ON THE BED AND BENT OVER WITH TWO FINGERS IN MY PUSSY AND RUBBING MY FAT JUCIY CLIT. I FELT SOMETHING WARM RAN OVER MY ASSHOLE SOME MASSAGE OIL HE SAID. THEN HE STUCK HIS NFINGER IN MY HOLE IT FELT SOO GOOD AND WARM IN AND OUT SLOWLY HE STARTED TOMOVE. . would you consider sharing the ride?" I suggested, now desperate to get out of the impending deluge. She shook her head.Thinking that possibly the cab had been booked by one of the guests at the party I'd just quit, I asked cheekily: "Mind telling me who booked this cab?"The slow-motion eyelids were raised again. "It's for someone called Nick." Nick? But that's ME!" She narrowed her gaze suspiciously. "You're Nick?" Yes!" Was that your birthday party going on in there?" Yes!"She straightened. Good luck, Zeus.He would probably not need luck to get this far. I calculated his probability of success as 99.3% to reach the dam. The overall chance that he would reach the pickup point was 84.8%. Still good. The probability that he would do so without being hurt in some way was somewhat less: 68.1%. I decided not to try and further specify the probabilities. I did not like the trend.Good luck, Zeus, indeed.We rolled to the traffic control point, and Arti flashed her false ID to a new guard..