We thanked them all and left the hotel to walk along the edge of the river on Champs-Elysees. We walked along holding hands looking at all the other l...vers doing the same. Paris was certainly the city for lovers. We walked back to the hotel into the bar and had a few glasses of wine before we went to our room. When we got there and opened the door a huge vase of flowers was on the bureau compliments of the hotel complete with a chilling bottle of champagne and strawberries. It seemed that in. Not satisfied she had me pose in various kneeling positions…ass in the air, arched back, breasts thrust forward, legs splayed open and closed. I knew I was blushing from head to toe and I desperately looked around to make sure no one saw me. I was distracted by Marsha laughing ‘Don’t you realize that we will do this until you stop looking around. What was it you always said to me about public display?’ My own words rang in my head, words I had said to a distressed Marsha when we were at a. How much experience do you have inhaving it fucked?" "Not a lotsir, but some." She blushed in saying that. Oooh, she was still innocentand sweet, not yet a slut. Again a fact I could remedy without any trouble. "Letme see you fuck my finger with that sweet tight pussy of yours, baby." She obedientlystarted moving back and forth on my finger, taking it deep into her slicktight cunt. "Harder" Herpace increased, and so did the penetration of her cunt, her moans got longeras she fucked her own. The need to free his cock, to stroke it was all but overwhelming.Her pussy yearned for her fingers and she yearned to finger it. She must be getting wet. She pulled up on the waistband and peered into the mirror. Yes, there was a wet patch, dark, almost black, betraying her arousal. Her nipples, dark red now and huge told the same story. Big and ugly she thought; big and beautiful he always told her, when he suckled at them. Her vagina clenched and she tightened her thighs in reflex.He crossed.