" What was he, a lazy bugger or a womaniser?" Bridget sounded interestedbut Jean suddenly creased up with laughter."What's so funny?" If I tell you so...ething, will you promise never to tell a soul?" for amoment Jean was quite serious, although Bridget could hear that thealcohol had got to her."Of course." My husband's name was Arthur and if you can imagine an Arthur, thatwould be him. Oh, he was good to me, used to do a fair share ofhousework, more than a fair share if I'm honest and his. .." she said and stopped."Eiffel Tower?" Bob finished the sentence for her."Oh my God, it's Paris," Jenny screamed.Bob smiled."We're going to Paris?" Jenny asked the obvious question."For a whole week."Jenny squealed and practically jumped into Bob's arms. Just then, the seat belt light came on.When the plane landed, another limo was waiting to take them to dinner. The restaurant was a lavish one on top of a swanky hotel, overlooking the city of Paris. They sat at a window table. The restaurant. He'll likely be like that until tomorrow. He's been drinking today, thankfully, so it seems like he's getting better." That's good." You do care," Hope said, seating herself on the arm of the sofa by Marcus' head and dabbing at him with a damp flannel. "That's why I don't understand why you're pushing for this 'treatment' for Marcus." It'll make him better," he said, shrugging as though it were obvious."It won't," Shawna argued, seating herself on the floor where she could grasp at Marcus'. Eventually the man's breathing became rapid. He made raspy, gasping noises as he got closer and closer to his release. Deftly the woman shifted hands. Her left fist now gripped his cock and her right hand reached between his widespread thighs to grab his balls.That did it. Pushing him over the edge. With a loud, long groan he started ejaculating. Thick rope-like jets spewing from the end of his dig. Giggling excitedly, the woman pumped on the man's cock fast. Harder. Working him through his.