That night, Armand came to take me and my luggage back to his place. Genevieve kissed me goodbye and invited me back. On the way to his apartment, I t...ld Armand that Genevieve wore me out. He laughed and said, “That’s why she’s not with any one man; she’s a nymphomaniac, Ben!” I believed him. The next day Armand and I drove around Paris and visited the usual tourist attractions, and I enjoyed it. That night he told me about Justine. “Justine is from the West Bank; quite different from. My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own as it explored every inch of that beautiful pussy. I drove my tongue deep as her juices flowed over my waiting tongue before she spread her pussy lips and exposed her swollen clit. “Use your tongue on this!” She said as her finger flicked across her love button causing her body to shiver. I moved up to take it into my mouth, sucking gently then flicking my tongue across it. My mouth started to develop its own rhythm, alternating between sucking,. After several times of groping her during a surge, Barry tried it as they were just standing there. He got up close behind her and let his hand fall in front of him and ever so softly, he placed it on her firm little bum cheek. When she didn't seem to notice after a few minutes, Barry began to lightly carress the firm flesh beneath his hand, the whole while watching her for some sort of sign that she felt him. He was shocked when he felt her move back, and quickly pulled his hand away. But when. I supposed I could spend an hour with her, and then head back to my place to watch some football.“I would be happy to join you. What would you like me to bring?” I asked her.“Oh, nothing, nothing at all. It is just a traditional Thanksgiving. Do you like that?”“Of course. Are you sure you don’t want me to bring anything?” “Oh, no, just be at my place at 2pm. Let me tell you how to get there.” And she told me how to get to her apartment. She was pretty trusting, I thought. She only knew.