”“Nah, you silly Yankee, you would have been able to do all that by yourself. Au revoir, have a good life back there.”“I intend to, mon ami. I...intend to.”I was almost sure that I would never hear anything from my friend, again. In our business you didn’t usually have friends, you had work partners. Sometimes partners had common interests, but usually not. Now when he could return to work for his government, there would be no way for us to keep this unofficial friendship going.From the looks on. .. it sounds a little bit schizophrenic, but it was actually highly interesting and somehow comforting to me, in a way that few things were. I spent most of my life being worried about something or other, and it wasn't as if that weren't true here as well, but here it was an excited kind of worried... closer to impatiently expectant, perhaps.It was of the utmost importance that I keep my cool, however, and let none of this internal agitation become externally visible, as seated across from me. Yeah, he was out of it.I studied his body, hesitant to touch or move him. My eyes kept going to his boxers, I’ve never actually seen his penis and now I was curious. I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I raised the brightness a little, just enough to see. I slid my hands under his boxers and raised it, angling the phone’s light towards his penis. It’s so fucking huge! I thought it was so much smaller when it was in my hands! Maybe.. I could put it in me? No, no! That’s too far. He’s my. ’ Anne complied readily and Carol feel that they were now past a point of no return.‘Stand up and turn around so I can kiss your beautiful big arse as I slide your pants off, they are so tiny, I don’t know if I should call them pants,’ Anne said with a quaver in her voice. ‘Do you want some honey on those fantastic cheeks too?’Carol was surprised and delighted, yet again by the feel of a woman's tongue on the cheeks of her arse, and absolutely turned on as Anne ever do slowly peeled her G.