I do my best to focus on her under the haze of the streetlight and thealcohol that's filling up my vision. Green skin, pretty color, long darkhair, tw... legs. "She" is dressed like any hooker. Leather with strategicholes in it, things packed too tight and popping out. Nice things."Female?" It sounds rude to check, it's not. Not with A-males andbemales, and zetamales, and all the other parts, walking around. I hopethey all find love, but there's only so many ways our genitalia can fittogether.. She squatted over me, I lifted her skirt and pulled her skimpy pink knickers to the side to reveal a gorgeous pussy that already looked damp. My middle finger confirmed this as I pushed it inside her and she let out a muffled gasp, before I turned my hand 90 degrees and gave her a nice hard finger fucking. She was wet and ready for my dick in there but I was enjoying fingering her so I carried on. She was down the other end now licking my hairy balls and wanking my dick. I was desperate to. A French policeman stops the Englishman’s car and asks if he has been drinking.With great difficulty, the Englishman admits that he has been drinking all day, that his daughter got married that morning, and that he drank champagne and a few bottles of wine at the reception, and many single malt scotches there-after.Quite upset, the policeman proceeds to breathe test the Englishman and verifies that he is indeed completely hammered.He asks the Englishman if he knows why, under French law, he is. Then a new thought, oh "shit" I my little cunt shot it's own thought like a bullet train straight to my brain again, straight into my mind. It instantly made me think of fucking him, but I thought that would be way too crazy, it was never going to happen. But then later, I caught him again checking me out, this time giving me the same "I want you right here" kind of look and smile that I've practiced myself and know so very well.I decided to sit in the back row anyway, just a few seats away.