She finished by lifting my still semi-erect cock and sucking the last of the jism from it.“I love the way you taste,” she purred. “I taste a lit...le of me on you, but that doesn’t bother me if I can get some of your cum on my tongue.” Wow. This girl has a serious thing for my goo!Happy and sated, at least for the moment, Katie crawled up to where I was lying on my back and settled her head on my shoulder. She had an arm across my chest and one leg half over my thigh, just inches from rubbing. Was a bit larger than the one in Chicago. Even though the House Band wasn't playing there at the time we were there, the place was sold out and the entertainment was still first rate. The group performing when we were there had the intriguing name "Aural Fantasy," and their style of blues music was wonderful, although I didn't recognize more than one or two of the songs during the entire night.At the club, most of us drank soft drinks (pitchers, actually) and Aimee drank apple juice. We were. Looking intently at first me then the wide eyed stranger, she opened her legs until I could see the outer folds of her labia appearing under her minuscule thong. The train began to slow and came to a full stop. In the silence Colette, keeping her eyes fixed on the stranger, slowly closed her legs and stood -- it was our stop. Pouting her lips and blowing strands of blond hair away from her face, she took me by the hand and we walked to the exit. The Bastille is an old part of Paris filled with. The synergy between us girls is extraordinary, almost magical.Doesn’t matter what the class might be or who has a question or is hitting an obstacle – you put several of us in a room, things get fixed.Nope. NOT rocking the boat. Not me.I AM rocking something else, though ... I’ve been assimilated. First REAL ‘put it in the logbook’ flying lesson was Monday after the wedding.Appetite whetted, you know. Saw Haley flying in and out of here in the little Cessna that’s MY first lesson. Sat beside.