He stops me. 'Like to be touched?' It didn't sound much like a question. His fingertips have met between my legs – which, I note, I've parted. Ten d...gits hard at work. Me, bearing down. 'Mr Frith, ' I try again, but my eyes have closed. God, but these fingers are invasive! The fingers of a stranger, where only my husbands should be. Perhaps this isn't an awfully good idea, I decide, eyes closed, both hands around the bedpost.'I think, ' I start. He was opening the buttons of my blouse. 'Mr. I shouted for someone to put a cock in your mouth to quiet you, but as the cock approached, you grabbed it and guided it to my mouth. The man didn’t seem to complain as I opened my mouth and slowly sucked him into me. I knew this was a great desire of yours and I swore you had an instant orgasm watching that cock as it slowly disappeared into my mouth.I sucked him hungrily as I looked into your eyes and saw the lust that was there. You were jacking another cock while two cocks fucked you while. Off came her mint polo and the bottoms, and, unlike myself, she stripped herself of a white thong bikini as well. She mounted my lower back and I could feel her slightly wet pubic hair against my skin. She poured more oil, this time on her mound, spread her legs wide and grinded herself against me. Sliding back and forth from my buttocks to the middle of my back, she moaned. I countered with a gasp of my own. I could feel the pressure of her weight and my own on my now very hard cock. Reaching. We havebeen everywhere and done everything. My French is not as good as Jen'sbut we got chatting to a couple of very good looking students from theSorbonne. They immediately labelled us les belles jumelles. We met themat the Louvre and have since visited every gallery of note, the balletand a couple of clubs.My young man is called Charles and Jen's is called Julien. They are bothpost graduate students, like us. I don't know why it is so differentbeing in France, but it does not feel wrong.