She had on a pair of black stilettos.Jordan looked my way and the smile that appeared was pure joy. She pushed away from the pillar and almost tackled...me with a hug and kiss. She hooked a leg around my waist and ground herself against me. I dropped my bag to catch her because we would have fallen otherwise.She broke our kiss and pressed her forehead to mine. "I've missed you."I smiled. "I noticed."She stepped away, caught my hand and tugged at me. "C'mon."I held back long enough to grab my bag. ’ ‘Wouldn’t we have?’ They both chuckled, and he added: ‘But, of course, some need them.’ ‘Um-hmm, like my younger sister back then.’ He glanced at his friend, who hid behind a puff of smoke with an uncomfortable expression, just nodding slightly, murmuring in reply: ‘But not your older one.’ ‘Hm-umm! No. She certainly didn’t need to wear one, sometimes didn’t, before other young women didn’t in the late sixties.’ ‘So you did notice. What a brother knows.’ ‘That they could be so different.’. .....Sara then turns and leads the way out of the pool and walks right over to where I am standing, takes a swig of her beer and then drops to her knees and grabs my cock, strokes it twice and then puts it in her mouth just as Jesse walks out of the pool and makes her way over to us. Jesse watches for a second and then grabs a chair cushion and a towel and lays it beside us and gets on her hands and knees and looks at Sara....."Well I guess you better help him in me then"Sara stops a second. Raising her wine glass to me, Felicity speaks once again over the bustle of the city below. "To five years of us," she smiles, her ring reflecting the sparkle below, and I repeat: "Five wonderful years." The glasses chime, and the last of the wine makes its way down our throats. Gathering up the glasses, and the remains of our pastry dessert, we begin our descent into the warmly lit streets of Montmartre arm in arm. All the way back to our hotel, we talk excitedly of the next few days: the.