She replaced the glass on the table. She looked at me, and we sat in silence for a long moment. I smiled big as I took in her rich beauty. She leaned ...orward and kissed me again with more passion. Her tender hands spread out among the hairs on my chest as she pressed her mouth into mine. I reached up with my left arm and draped it over her shoulders pulling her body closer to mine. I desperately wanted to hold her tight with both arms, but knew my right would not move without great pain. I. He’d met their father when he’d studied in France and Mr. Le Claire had asked him to keep an eye on ‘ma pauvre bebes’. The ‘babies’ were now in their 60’s, Thomas thought with a laugh. ‘Bonjour mesdames’ he said to the trio, bowing in a mock curtsy. ‘And what are my three French hens cackling about now?’ The sisters scowled at him for a moment, then broke out in laughter. ‘We were just saying the Bordeaux this year is not as fine as Papa’s last year’ Antoinette demurred. Her sisters nodded in. I push my shaft all the way in and the heat from her engulfs my cock. My hips begin working her slowly and I want to savor every moment. As I'm laying on top of her, she throws her arms around my neck and squeezes me tight. "Fuck me, Mike." She whispers. "Fuck me good." I take my time with her. I'm pushing in and out just enough to feel the heat from her pussy grow. I enjoy her hot breath in my ear and the touch of her naked skin against my chest and the hard embrace she has me in. Even. Another few minutes and I was feeling both relaxed and tingling from my heels to my neck. She slapped me on the bottom and said, "Turn over, sport -- the towel's optional."I rolled over, tossing the towel to one side. I wasn't particularly erect, but that changed as Marla stood up facing me and pulled her dress over her head. I revised my estimate of her age up to the early thirties. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts looked lovely tipped with big brown nipples. The only thing she.