We had a great time in Paris, going to all the amazing places, the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, the Louvre… I could go on for hours about the sight..., the food, the people, the nightclubs, the macabre catacombs full of bones and skulls that my husband lured his unsuspecting wife down into – but we’ll move on to our next battle with the airport from hell. Our plane home was leaving at noon. We didn’t want to have to rush, worrying about missing the plane, so we were packed and ready to go at 9. “You see, no need for lube there yet” she cooed and suggested she’d not had such a hard cock in her for years. “but Tim is still great for his age” she told me. I really enjoyed a long slow fuck, sliding in and out, on top initially then we relaxed more and it became sort of sideways where we both had the support of the bed. I did have to apply some lube after a while but it was the nicest way to have a conversation with this highly intelligent woman. After about half an hour we were in a. Ahead had only been a staircase heading up, and a passage leading into the back of the house.The Parlor itself was large, with a fireplace at the far end, polished grand piano to the left of it, bar running down the right side with the front windows behind it, and a wide opening in the left wall also leading further back into the house. Reds predominated, and anyone from 1910 Victorian England would have felt right at home here. The décor was impeccable. Except for Darlene, it was also deserted. Ohh she was loving it and making noises.i put in my middle finger too and she was going crazy and letting out loud noises now. We both were ready and I asked her to turn around doggy style I placed a condom on my cock and made space for a pussy into the black beauty. She was so moist that in one push my entire length went in, she almost collapsed with pleasure.. I got her back in position and started to shove and push into her slowly. She was moving her ass with me.i was pure bliss.she asked me.