A kiss, a tiny shift,a kiss. Better here? Or here? Have we maybe missed a spot? How manyspots to test in such a tiny space, a space so small his hand ...an span;at one point does, my lips brushing a palm that moves to hold my faceto his. A thousand? Ten?Now my hand on his shoulders, on a bicep. Squeeze. A small jump toribs, to chest. Fingers plowing furrows in hair, a flat, hard breast ofmuscle. Muscle below, below. Small shift of hips, the tiny fault linewidens, just enough for hand to slip. I moved my head back enough to lose the shadows and opened her up, taking in the spongy pinkness inside her, which sucked my finger in with the greatest of ease. The folds of skin at the top, when pried apart, exposed that most elusive of treasures I'd heard so much about. A little pink nub, not much bigger than a pencil eraser, that I could tease and push around with my tongue.Every once in a while she'd move her hips or adjust herself, and the first couple of times I almost had a heart. With great difficulty, the Englishman admits that he has been drinking all day, that his daughter got married that morning, and that he drank champagne and a few bottles of wine at the reception, and many single malts scotches thereafter.Quite upset, the policeman proceeds to alcohol-test (breath test) the Englishman and verifies that he is indeed totally sloshed.He asks the Englishman if he knows why, under French Law, he is going to be arrested.The Englishman answers with a bit of humour,“No. Ye abhii…. maine ankh nahi kholi ekdum shant sone ka natak kar raha tha tabhi didi ne apni ek ungli se toha virya liya aur sughkar muhme daal diya aur madhosh hokar chusne lagi ungli ko phir usne 2 ungliyose ragad kar mera land ke upar pyjamese nikal sara virya liya aur munhme 2no ungliyo chusne lagi aur achanak mere munh ke pass apna munh liya aur mere hontho ke upar apne hoth lakar ruk gayi aur hoto ko kiss karne ki bajay mathe parchuma kar palt kar phir so gayi is baar apni gaand ko land par.