”“I agreed to that,” General Duval said.Alone in his office (with the exception of his secretary), Mr. Jacques Descroix stared at the television...set in horror. Even though the picture was taken from a distance, the rows of body bags were unmistakeable. Gesturing at the television, he shouted, “This just proves the case! Did you see that massacre?”His secretary, having experienced war, said, “It was a battle.”“No. It was cold blooded murder. They didn’t even give them a chance to. We arrived about eleven in the morning and by noon had settled in... We decided to go for a swim. As we headed for the beach the conversation drifted into topless and nude bathing. I observed that in French locales the femmes either went topless or nude. She didn't reply. When we arrived at the beach I noticed a big water-skiing raft about two-hundred yards from shore. "Let's swim to the raft," I suggested. About 100 yards out I stopped and turned around to see how Celia was making out. She was. They were obviously tired. Dottie made a mistake, slipped off of Barb, and Barb came up with Dottie's bikini bottoms.Dottie compounded her first mistake when she stopped as Barb came up with her bottoms. The second round didn't end until one of the girls was naked; neither of them was, yet. Dottie just stood there trying to catch her breath, while Barb stripped off Dottie's top. No wonder the girls were tired, the second round took 4:05.Both girls looked exhausted as Dottie began the third. Mine are not as big and perfect as Lisas but I sure do get lots of looks from both guys and girls when I wear revealing tops.Lisa seemed so confident just like she always is, as she found my erect nipple poking up from under my nighty, she began to rub it between her thumb and forefinger. “Does that fell good” I felt a surge of energy in my wet pussy.“Oh fuck yes Lisa” I moaned as I reached up to feel Lisa breast through her nightie. My stomach was so full of butterflies. My trembling.