I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that though. Actually it sounds quit interesting. Well ok. Paris, France, 1919. I was 18 years old. Me fath...r died 7 years ago on Titanic. He was going to America to make a better life for us. My mother spent most of her time in her bedroom. She took his death hard. I was only 11 and don’t remember much about him. But watching my mother fall apart like that saddened me deeply. The only comfort I found was in a young man, a couple of years older than me. He. " Turning to me he continued, "We'll let yousleep and this weekend we'll have a party in your honor at the club." I woke up in the middle of the night and sobbed. The nurse came in andgave me a couple pills and soon I was back to sleep. Except for a tripto see Jake and have my tattoo outline of fallen leaves filled in, Ispent the rest of the week in my cell reading and sleeping while I fullyrecovered from my surgery. At 9 O'clock on Saturday night Sir got up on stage to address the crowd.. I said jealous but very turned on. With that she knelt in front of me and sucked my cock to hardness. She then turned round and lowered her pussy onto my cock, dribbling other guys cum over my shaft and balls. She then rode my cock slowly, sucking on any guys cock as they passed, swallowing several loads of cum before I filled her pussy. We then retired to our bedroom to pack and get some sleep before leaving for our flight next morning. My wife showered before going to sleep. I awoke next. “Alright” I replied, trying not to show any excitement, “but, this stays between us, understood?” “I won't tell” She saidShe slid off her gym shorts and wiggled her underwear down onto her thighs. “Spread your cheeks for me” I saidShe did as I asked and spread her butt cheeks. And there I was looking at the tightest, pinkest, rosebud off a butt you could ever imagine. Not to mention the view of her slit in the background, but I had not received permission to touch that yet. I got a good.