Caroline whispered in her friend’s ear, “Emma, you didn’t tell me that there would be four of them”, she then hesitated before continuing. “...r that they were black”.“Come on now hun, you’re not prejudiced are you””?“God no, in fact I’ve fantasised for ages about being fucked by a coloured guy, always makes me cum so hard, I’ve even got a huge black vibrator that I bought when we got back from Paris. I got it in the Ann Summers shop in Swindon”.Emma laughed loudly causing their escorts to look. ." What?" Oh come on, we've shared a bedroom before, sis. I could tell you were going crazy before I went off to college, right after your birthday. You started squirming under the blankets, waking up with your panties around your ankles."I couldn't help but think of how stupid I must have looked as my sister watched my unsuccessful attempts to get off discreetly in front of her. It was too much. A wave of embarrassment and shame seem to slap me in the face as I started to cry."Oh no, no no no. . and here he was in Paris... "Francine, would you pour me another cognac, please?" he called to her in French.She did and Paul eyed her closely, closely enough so that she would notice when she brought it. She smiled down at him as she extended the tray. She was possibly nineteen, long dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders with fine breasts and narrower, but full hips. She wore her skirts at the sixteen inch length, and in their black nylon encasing her legs appealed to him exquisitely. He would. I quickly sat up and noticed everyone in front of us either asleep or listening to headphones and nodding off. I looked at my boy next to me and he was leaning his head in the nook between the seat and the bus wall. He winked at me and smiled. “Eees ok. I sleep too.” He patted his tummy as if to say it were ok to lay back down but I couldn’t. I got out of my seat, stood up and opened the compartment that contained my bag. I pulled out a little camp pillow and sat back down. I handed the pillow.