In her mid fifties, Linda told me she was a lady of leisure married to a rich businessman, away most of the time. It was the first time she came back ...o Paris since her college days (I didn't dare asking how many years).First, we walked to the Harris bar, a few blocks away then had dinner in a brasserie on the boulevard, next to the Opera. While eating, she made no secret she fancied me and I had to confess than mature ladies always turned me on, not telling her I was entertaining a secret. About that. I just told her that you’ve stopped talking to me since you started High School. I just wanted to know more about your life.”“So, you’re not gonna tell me how long you’ve wanted to do things to your little girl, dad? Well I know you haven’t been able to stop looking at my tits ever since they started to develop. I know you used to get boners when we played in the pool together. And when I sat on your lap. That is, until you pushed me off and wouldn’t let me sit there. Still just in my shorts I dove in followed by the girls. For what ever reason the girl thought they would try and dunk me. Before I knew it the girls had attacked me pouncing on me like wild a****ls. I'm not exactly sure how but during the attack the girls had managed to get my shorts to fall off which wasn't hard being just an elastic band gym type shorts. As I fished around for my shorts the girls were grabbing at me an still pouncing. The next thing I knew there were hands on my cock from. The smile widens and he stoops to slip his arms under you. You're surprised at his strength. when he picks you up, it seems almost effortless. Hes holding you his arms under your robe, your soft body pressed against his hard one, bare skin against bare skin. you can feel that warmth flowing into your body everywhere he touches you, still resonating even more strongly in your most sensitive areas, and your skin drinks in that touch as if it had been thirsty all your life. When you feel his lips.