.. faites vous ici?" I have to eat too. So, Me voici!" Hmmm, yes, but I figured my French teacher would at least hunt down French pizza ... if such a ...hing exists. You pre-ordered?" Yes, a salad and egg dish made here exactly as I like it." She pointed to a large oval dish only 1/4 full of a plain looking "mixed salad, eggs and tomato with a pesto/yogurt dressing topped with Roquefort. I had to teach them that one and they named the dish after me." Not something I'd have thought to order, but I. ”She lay down in her bed, looked into my eyes and said, “Take my clothes off of me Tony.”I unbuttoned her shorts and slowly pulled them down her body and lightly kissed her pussy through her panties. Next I pulled her t-shirt over her head and undid the clasp on her bra, freeing her big round tits. I said, “God your tits are truly a work of art,” and started to suck them into my mouth as she ran her hands over my body. I kissed my way down to her panties and grabbed the edge between my teeth. Then just above where my cock joins my stomach, she planted a kiss and started to suck and finally she bit and gave a hard suck. Pulling off she sat back and said, “Now I’ve put my mark on you, and you are all mine.” There was a dark red hickey complete with teeth marks. I asked her where she would like one? She resumed licking, kissing, and sucking me and tried to deep throat me again. She gagged and then just held my cock in her mouth. She tickled all my freshly exposed skin as well as my. But... but she loved her Caesar, too... !Confused and nearly in tears, Jean dressed. She hardly knew what Lydia Newell expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go... had to know more no matter how horrible it would be... and she dressed accordingly, the striking Lydia Newell's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her mind: "It's time you learned a few things about your handsome husband, Jean.