We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road ...nd have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other.We fixed upon the pretty village of Rosny, not far from the Vernon Station, for the place of our last delicious sole enjoyment of our lascivious revels in love's domains.We had a pleasant run down to Vernon. I had been there myself before to choose our. Then i stood up, locked her lips with mine, and rubbed her pussy on top of her saree itself intensely. She broke the kiss and moaned loudly. I removed her saree and dropped it, pulled her petticoat string and it fell too. Now she was only in her panty which was wet to the core. I gently pushed her towards the bed and she laid back on the bed. I climbed on the bed and kissed her again. Then started going down, all the way kissing her hot sweaty body, and reached her pussy. Her panty was. The French, how did even I fall for that one?’ ‘Because you will believe anything. Believe me, even I was surprised you fell for that one. Love the hair by the way.’ ‘Aw thanks,’ beamed Megan. ‘You were right I do love it. I can’t believe I didn’t do this years ago, I’ve never been happier with my hair.’ ‘And what do the men think?’ ‘To be honest, I don’t think it made any difference. I still love it though.’ ‘Well I suppose you could always… well I don’t know if I should say.’ ‘Say what?’. To test thingsI took one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave it a quicktwist. The gag worked! I pulled Tricia to her feet and turned her until I could push her into thechair beside the bed. Hotels put up with a lot of things but I wanted no fusswith this one so I ripped open the package of a plastic paint drop cloth andtucked it over the covers on the bed after removing the pillows. I pulled Tricia to her feet again by the simple method of grabbing a nipplein each hand and.