. Please Jennifer, feel free to call me Jim...”I continue, “Okay Jim, then feel free to call me Jens. Do you have any idea when we can start rebui...ding the cabin?”Jim replies, “Jens is normally a man’s name, but if you’re comfortable with it, then so am I. I will talk to the Colorado Bureau of Investigation and see when they are ready to release the cabin. However you do realize insurance won’t cover the fire.”I want to explode about the two little beotchs who burned down our cabin, but I bite. I will tell about both of us. I am a skinny looking guy, not that fair average height (most women said attractive part of me is my lips which I don’t like myself). She is tall, fair but not extremely fair, good looking with beautiful breasts. Her breasts are really her highlight. It’s the right size. Nipples are pinkish brown and everything is perfectly proportioned. She has a good ass too. She isn’t exactly slim she is a bit plum.After that kiss I made her lie on my bed. I was on top of her. Steeling herself to the chill she splashed in until she was waist deep; then she struck out strongly, heading out into the bay. As she got close to the rocks of the headland she swam over a dark shape she took to be a large fish. She was about to dive down to take a closer look when something grabbed her by the ankles, stopping her dead in the water. As she tried to work out what on earth was happening, whatever it was became a dead weight, dragging her under. She took a gulp of air as her head. ..more. Through the corner of her eyes, she could see their cocks erect as stiff poles. She was excited and apprehensive wrestling with her own thoughts and her own traditional upbringing. What did she, a young married Indian housewife who always dressed demurely at home, actually want from these cultured young French men?As she stabilized her thoughts she reached for Serge.....kissed him feverishly.....her excitement soon returning as she felt his hard cock against her. He lay down on his back.