Paris had survived the rule of Louis XIV, had watched her citizens rebel in the French Revolution. She had been witness to the German tanks on the Cha...ps Elysées, the very same streets that Napoleon had marched on. But today she was shrouded in rain, bearing witness to beginnings and endings. The Seine, seen from the Pont Neuf was black and heavy as if oil rather than water were flowing through its course. Tonight, everything seemed depressed, or maybe that was just their mood. Paris, the City. ‘He began reminiscing about his home in Southern France, about warm days on the beaches. The warmth that he described seemed to surround us. I remember that he was amused that American women did not feel comfortable going topless on the Riviera, or much anywhere else, for that matter. Of course, he said, that must include us. ‘No, it doesn’t include us, does it!’ Stella said. My mouth must have opened so wide… Stella laughed at me, and Bernard chuckled with her. ‘I guess Stella has a bit more. But, privately, there was a little dark cloud overhead in their lives.As with all good parents they'd made sacrifices for their youngsters and one victim had been their love life. Love making had gone from the passionate, raw sex of their youth to be replaced with snatched sessions when the k**s were asleep. The love and affection were as great as ever, but the excitement was waning. They wanted new experiences to make them both tingle again and, after a very difficult conversation, both said. .I'm going first, you already had your dick sucked...' We entered the building and checked it out stopping on the top floor in the front room so we could see any one coming. Ralph told me '...you better get out of your shirt so we don't leave any cum juice on it...' Leon added '...ain't no reason to keep your pants on they too could get cum stained...' So quickly I stripped down to my jockeys and knelt before Leon as he fished his penis out. Leon was uncut, thick about eight inches long and.