" Looks like you've got a couple of good kids there." Have you got any children?" Yes and talk about coincidences, I have a son of eighteen who's away...at engineering college. His name's Jack, but he's known as Jacque at home; you know how the French pronounce it. It's spelt the English way but my wife's strong on her French heritage. And we have a daughter of fifteen, who's at boarding school." Oh, I wouldn't like my children to go away to school." It's not Florette's or my choice either.. “N-no fair!”Her body convulsed; she thrashed on the bed, screaming, tossing her head from side to side as multiple climaxes gripped her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and showed white.“Unnngh-ahhh! FUCK! N-nuh-no more!”Vartorix raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of a huge hand.“I grant you mercy, Brigida Calista,” he said. He chuckled, and gently rolled her off the bed. She fell like a limp sack atop Diana. Diana kissed her softly.Nice try,” she whispered. “We’re not going. Both of them commented on the shapeliness of my legs. I thanked them for the compliment and sort of paraded in front of them. They said I would make a good model, and Jeff agreed, saying that I should start modeling right there and then. We took a vote, which I lost by three to one, and they convinced me to model what I was wearing. Perhaps I should tell you that I'm twenty-nine, blonde, busty, and, as I've said, I have shapely long legs. That night, I was wearing all black—dress, slip, bra,. Stanley moved back up to me and kissed me, keeping that evil, naughtyfinger of his probing into my opening. I wrapped my arms and legs aroundhim, slipped my tongue into his mouth, and reveled in the feeling of himall over me. After a few minutes, I was just overloaded with pleasure.I wanted to pleasure him. Again I was reminded of how different this wasfrom when I had been with Rick. I desperately wanted to please Stanley;my needs were secondary. I pulled away from him and moved down his.