Then cover my own, then onto her arse, still in the air, covered now in her own gold, precious and priceless, a joy to see.My mouth is still full but ... want more, more from this day before it ends. I dribble into my hands and cover my cock, my balls and own hole with the smooth, sticky, sauce. Will she fuck me? I move towards her again, but no, she says, not yet, turns over, sits up and takes my cock in her hands and looks up at me as I face her.I know this look. This is the look before she. When we get back to our room I say, "I'm sorry Joe, I didn't mean to get mad."He says, "Don't worry. Come here," and takes me in his arms. He's gentle but firm as he pulls me towards him. I always like it when he does that. My head fits on his shoulder perfectly. I nestle closer and kiss his neck. "That's good," he says. He's just being nice but in my mind I'm hearing the words of a slave master. The only trouble is I want it to be Joe."You know I only want to please," I say, wishing that he. .Pagal ho gaye ho kya tum haan janu teri maa ki chut ab dekh maan jao wo fir bhi nahi mana aur main apne aap mann hi mann galiyan dene lagi ki tujhe hi jaldi thi na chudwane ki itne main bihos hogayi aur wo mujhe nadi ke pass le gaya aur nehlane laga pani padte hi mujhe hosh aagaya aur maine dekha ki wo pani main mere boobs daba raha hai aur mere gala chum raha haiMaine usse dhakka diya aur boli chod do mujhe tumne akhir apni aukat dikha hi di na main tumhare saath yahan pyar se aayi aur tum. Of course, the men were French and the sight of my mother and Mel sitting out in the open was threatening a slow burning civil insurrection among the male half of the population.There was one open seat at our table that my mother was saving for my dad. Seven different French guys stopped by to ask if they could sit in it before my dad, who had been finalizing the docking, appeared.He is a dangerous looking man without being tall and whenever he materializes anywhere the men clustering around.