Behind him, Ainsley gave a little sigh. Abruptly, he replaced the photo and turned. A world of sorrow lay hidden in her eyes. Travis found the scene v...guely repulsive but he bit back his bile. He took the drinks from her shaking hands and placed them aside. He enveloped the older woman in his arms. Mechanically, he kissed her forehead. Beneath his lips, her skin felt papery and warm. She smelt of oranges and vanilla. Ainsley melted into his embrace and the silence deepened. Eventually Travis. She turned back to the vanity and brushed her hair more. You know who it is. The voice said deeply. She heard a thud as the man jumped off the window sill. She saw the tall shadowy figure approach her from behind, and she soon felt two strong hands massaging her delicate shoulders, taking off the robe as they worked. She felt a tear trickle, and she turned to see the black hair and tan skin of Billy. His shirt was off, and she could see his muscular stomach in the glow of the fire. His thick. I turned to face you, our bodies spoon together, your butt against my crotch, my arm wrapped around you. Your hair tie lies useless on the bed. I don’t know why you always use it, it never stays in. Your hair spills over your pillow, tickling my nose, filling me with your scent. The aroma of yesterday’s Euphoria lingers; I bury my face into your neck and smell it. Feeling my hardness, you wiggle your butt against me, then lie still and just enjoy being together, saying nothing, holding. You. Nicole stiffened in recognition and muttered "Merde" under her breath before slipping a charming smile on her face and going out to meet the man. I was dragged along as an insurance policy, her arm tightly linked in mine."Mon Dieu, how you have grown! And what a beauty you have become! Gaston!" he called to his colleague, "come and meet Nicole Le Brech, a student of mine from the University."Loudly the two old distinguished gentlemen reminisced with Nicole, much of the time in French. Lusting.