"At two and a half hours before sunset, William was about to round the corner to the gazebo when he heard some noises. One was a low breathy moan, a s...und he had recently become acquainted with. It was a sound that brought to mind his time spent with Rachael. The other sound also brought images to mind, but they were not clear or fully formed. It could only be described as a wet sound. Both sounds and the images of Rachael brought a fiery lust to life in his loins. He decided to peek around the. She was French. Six years of studying the language hadn't gone totally to waste! Stood next to her was a young geeky-looking guy. He didn't look like he wanted to be there, but she was obviously in control of their situation. He looked about eighteen, but she looked 25ish. As my friends slowly left, I suddenly noticed that the French woman was sitting behind me at the bar, her little friend nowhere to be seen. "Wow", I said, "where did you come from?". She flicked back her long brown hair,. He had a silly boyish smile on his face every time he looked at her.Finally, she had to ask, “What’s with you today? Did you see a birdie?”“No, but I did see something nicer that also starts with a ‘b’,” he said, but was too embarrassed to say the obvious.Emily was absolutely sure he was referring to her beaver and was flattered that he thought it looked nice. She wanted him to explain, but decided not to put him on the spot and went to take her morning shower. However, she was determined to. “Rim me, baby. Fuck my tight little asshole with your perfect tongue.”Damien’s words turned her on immensely; she could feel his lust escalate as she slowly circled his tight bud with her warm, wet tongue. He was completely shaved and tasted so clean; despite her inexperience, she moaned before she flickered her tongue against his tight opening. He gasped and spread his legs to give her more access to his sexy ass. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes and slowly slipped her tongue into his.