" From Yann, that was a stunner. "See, I haven't been home in years, and my parents don't email, and Breton is only an hour away by plane, so..."I nod...ed. "So. Overnight in Breton. Sounds good; I've never been to the Northern Coast. Juan, you and Yann make the arrangements for all of us." All of us?" Yann looked shocked."Yep." I smirked. "And you're not getting a day off for this. In fact, just for asking, Ivan, when you go pick up groceries, don't you pass the Mall?" Yeah." Good. Pick up a. She wasn't hurt, and was getting up when Mark reached over to help. She moved to stand up, and he accidentally ended up with his arms around her body, and his hands on her breasts. Nancy was used to Mark holding her breasts, but not in a public park, even if it was pretty dark out there. Actually though, it felt rather nice, and she didn't move away."Are you okay?" Mark asked worriedly."Oh, I'm fine Mark", she replied, thinking that they could stay like that for a while. "You know, it's quite. The thought occurred to me that I was still dreaming. It certainly seemed real. I never had a problem before in discerning fantasy from reality. Maybe I had lost my mind. It was the only explanation. The single, most pressing, thought I had at the moment was that I was incredibly horny and she was incredibly beautiful.She turned to look at me, and I saw the tattoo along her side: "YOLO". You Only Live Once. Fuck it. Why not? If I didn't take this offer, I would regret it the rest of my life.I. Peter was giving me control and I was thrilled to oblige him.We were both smiling as I began to ride Peter’s magnificent manhood. In high pitched wails, I was groaning and growling. The joy of being in control of my lover’s pleasure was an even greater pleasure for me. I was in the perfect place and I so felt like a real girl.I found my bottom grinding all the way down his shaft and bending forward and back to feel and squeeze every inch of his wondrous cock deep into my anus and sphincter. My.