We were assigned the apartment with little regard or choice of neighbors. Fortunately, I got real lucky. Jan was not really French, but from Belgium. ...he spoke French, Flemish and very poor English, but very cute and charming as a French accent can be. Since most Europeans are multi-lingual, Jan and i communicated mostly in English but with a lot of French and German too. Bob did little to correct her English because he loved the way she talked. He encouraged us to do the same. He was tall,. A perfect figure, huge breasts, and the most beautiful creamy white skin. I couldn't help but wonder if the old saying was true-you are what you eat.I didn't know a woman could jerk off until I found a pair of her panties early one morning in her laundry basket. They were soaked, and not from pee, the smell was different, almost sweet. Occasionally I couldn't find the bottle of handcream that I used and now I knew why, she was using it to. I would watch her take it into her room and close the. " We'll just get a Penguin or somesuch on opera." Right. Anyway, I've been reading more on ravens. I was looking at the Panchatantra and..." India?" Yes, India. I was reading it and while there are many 'crow' stories, there don't seem to be any 'raven' stories." Maybe the ancient Indians ... Hindus? ... didn't know that they were different." Possible. I don't know anyone who knows Sanskrit, though." Ask one of the Indian students." Good idea. Anyway, it looks to me as though crows and ravens. I already felt my knob becoming hard again, and I ran my hands down her back and onto her bum again. I massaged her behind as she returned the favour. Our bodies sweaty and sticky, grinding against each other. I slid down and kissed the front of her knickers, the scent of her pussy filling my nose. I pulled down her pants and pushed Amy back onto the bed. Her arse was on the edge of the bed and I placed my head between her legs and smelt her.“You smell so tasty. I can't wait to taste you.” I.