“Or more to the point, what she doesn’t wear!”They were a good looking couple, they looked to be in their early thirties. Linzey was a perfectly...shaped size 14, a big girl but not carrying any excess fat around her tummy or arms, she had long bleached blonde hair that fell half way down her back. Franco was tall and slim, he looked like he swam to keep in shape judging by his broad shoulders atop the slim frame. His hair was jet black and gelled, with his nicely tanned skin, the name really. When I stood up I knew my dick was easily going to slide inside her and didn't waste any time driving it deep inside her. I held her hips still feeling my balls being coated by the warm juices that were leaking out around my shaft.She smiled at me before telling me how nice I felt inside her"you sure fill me"she said holding onto my hand on her hips. I stared at her red face watching her blue eyes fill with lust as slowly moved my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. I would pull it. Mimi stirred at my side as the diligence bounced and bumped over the rough, pitted surface of the road.“How long before we reach Dieppe, Jacques? This journey is as uncomfortable and interminable as the one from Calais.”She was absolutely right. A French diligence could not match a Royal Mail coach for speed and comfort as the roads of France do not lend themselves to either.Napoleon’s rule had bequeathed good roads and cobbled streets to France, but over time the municipalities responsible for. The voice inside spokethen. 'Wake-up.' Which happened with a start."Shit! This is crazy. I've got to get out of these clothes." The remnantof male thinking perhaps driving this act, she stripped as fast asprudence would allow, fumbling with the bra and stockings. 'Shit,laddered them, well, that should please Heinmann. Oh god what do I donow?' And then sat, sobbing, on the floor, clutching the housecoat likesome kind of a children's soft comforting blanket.As she did, she felt something.