" I've got an idea: Le Chambre Séparée," I announced.Arlette shook her head. "Three months waiting list." And Claude added, "And much too expensive ...or the likes of us".I wasn't dissuaded that easily. "We can eat somewhere else before we go there and we don't have to order Champagne," I said. "If we stick to orange juice it won't break the bank. And as far as the waiting list is concerned, I may be able to work something to get us in."There probably isn't a person in Paris, or even in the whole. She engaged him with a smile, comforting him. "What just happened? I called Adam and Fred, I'm pretty sure it was Fred who answered. You seem smart so I doubt it was a stupid mistake on your part. Tell me, please." Yah, I've done Fred. He was a week ago. I changed your name in his phone to Jake. Take a look on the wall, he's up there."John stood up and moved to a board on the wall Sarah had pointed to. There was a collection of photos, polaroid style on a piece of paper that had the title,. My hand played between her legs, not entering, but just tickling around the lips and opening. She was wet and swollen and I let the tip of my finger begin to stroke her clit. Her hips moved in a rhythm and she began to moan; I kept the stroke going until she bucked and started her first orgasm. Then my finger penetrated as her contractions were going and I stroked her behind her clit to help milk it all out of her.As she completed this first climax, I began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. I won't object to future peggings, though I do hope for a chance to return the favor," Grace confessed."We'll see. I'm still a bit fonder of her than of you, though you're growing on me, just as your mother has. Then again, I didn't use to like Jen, either. She became a lot more than a pain in the ass to me a long time ago. Something about the side of her I didn't get to see until after I claimed her. You never really know a woman until you've slept with her. Bertrand Russell got that right," I.