"Yeah, mine too."I looked at the small indentations in Sam's blouse that were caused byher breasts, as stunningly beautiful as she was she simply coul...n'tcompete with me in this area. "Yes, but at least you're not luggingaround boulders, you've only got pebbles." I picked up a cute lemoncoloured bra and checked its tag, the number was small and letter wasbig. Bigger than I thought. It was official - I was busty."Guess in that regard I'm lucky," she shrugged as she poured herself somewater from. Six two, 185 pounds, and clothes that were cool, top of the line, complete with dinner jacket. Offering his arm, he led me to the elevator. Speaking softly and close to me, like he had known me for years, this black man conveyed that he knew what he was about.His digs covered the third and fourth floors. Leather, and plush carpet.I was surprised to find three other very attractive, and well dressed, women mingling with ten men, all dressed in the fashion of Vermon. "Hmmm," I did not think three. We spent Friday afternoon and evening wandering in the streets around Pigalle. Since at home we are constrained to act very circumspectly in public, both of us enjoyed the opportunity of holding hands, walking arm in arm, and every kissing in public places. This area of Paris contains many sex shops and strip bars. Many of these were rather seedy, but we eventually came across a shop that seemed nicer. When we entered it appeared to be one catering to a lesbian clientele, as there were several. I just had to see their reaction to my french fancy bent over exposing her sexy ass and pussy for their viewing pleasure.As they got closer they noticed me standing there with my finger on my lips asking them to be quiet. They slowed down and walked towards me looking into my face to try to understand what was going on. I pointed into the room and asked them if they liked what they saw. They all stood there for a couple of minutes just looking at the sexy little ass and pussy on display for.