One whiff and the Customs Official waved us through even though neither of us had passports. After customs we called the Captain of the Toulouse Polic... and he sent us two cops for an escort. The sun was just rising when they pulled up in one of those ridiculously tiny, European cop cars."I am Michel, this is Francois," the serious young man said climbing out of the cop car. His eyes were instantly glued to Candy's cleavage. I couldn't blame him; she was showing a lot of it and it was very. So I left it for a while and next time I went it was back in my railway uniform. This time the woman just took my money and I climbed the stairs up into the darkness.For a over sexed 16 year old this was heaven, proper fucking on a big screen. Sometimes it was full and you'd end up having someone sat besides you, usually having a wank! and sometimes it was almost empty. The first time I saw a woman there I was actually embarrassed and I left soon after she came in. However the second time. I hid behind the sprawling and heavily laden fig tree to avoid embarrassment.I continued to watch as James lay on his back in the sun and proceeded to masturbate using what appeared to be women's panties as an aid. I have a view looking at him from the feet up. As James was furiously involved in rubbing his cock he failed to hear the orchard gate click. I looked around and saw my wife Fiona approaching. I frantically gestured to her to be quiet and gestured for her to come quietly beside me.. He had always been drawn to tall, thin blonde girls with big tits, round asses and long legs in the pictures and they had become his "fantasy girls". Janice was six feet tall, had to be he thought, cause he was 5'11" and she was a bit taller than he when standing next to him. Her just past shoulder length blonde hair capped a beautiful face with expressive, wide eyes, arched brows, a pert little nose and lips which were simply perfect. She had faint little dimples at the corners of her.