The food was marvelous and I couldn't wait to try something new each evening.While the golf courses were not as well-manicured as those in Portugal, I...was happy just to have several nearby that I could play. The early June weather remained warm and I was wearing shorts more often than not. I had set aside some time to travel in Provence and later, to Ste-Maxime, Ste-Tropez and finally Monte Carlo. I was more of a tourist, enjoying my travels in the warm late-spring weather. Fabulous food and. The rare moments that I am horny through my monthly cycle and you are not here. Sometimes I let my hands stray down into that lovely bush and I play. But I am not excited as when you are beside me urging me on. I get frustrated and stop. I turn and hug your pillow and I will myself to sleep. Insomnia ensues. I think about your cock. I love how it smells in your underwear, the pheromones you exude when you’re excited. I think about going down on you. The way I rub my nose against your cock. Aapke bête jaisa hi hu. Lekin ye beta chahta hai uski maa uske liye kuch kare.” saying this I ran my hands over her arm. Oh god! it was as smooth as molten butter. I wondered how her pussy would be.“Dekho ye tum thik nahi kar rahe ho. Police waale ho to matlab kuch bhi karoge?” she retorted.“Chal raand. Apne kapde nikal faikh. Tujhe aaj hum itna such denge ki nahi tere shauhar ne diya hoga aur nahi yeh tera chutiya beta Aarif kabhi de payega!” I said.“Yeh kya kehe rahe ho tum? Mai koi rakhail. Daisy looked like a used ragdoll, just lying there, smelling of sex.I drove back to the tavern while they got dressed. When we got back to the tavern, Daisy slipped Greg a piece of paper and whispered for him to call if he ever wanted more.When we got home, and I called her a fucking slut for letting him blow his load up her cunt. Daisy just smiled and said, "That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To see a big dick fucking my cunt?"She was right! And that got me hard instantly, so I pushed her down.