Tell me what I am to do for this." A very easy thing, if your horse isn't tired." I tell you he'll go like the wind, --only tell me which way to drive..." Towards the Louvres." Ah, I know the way--you get good sweetened rum over there." Exactly so; I merely wish to overtake one of my friends, with whom I am going to hunt to-morrow at Chapelle-en-Serval. He should have waited for me here with a cabriolet till half-past eleven; it is twelve, and, tired of waiting, he must have gone on." It is. He came back to the bed to make me nude and see my virgin body. I controlled my reluctance as he stripped me completely. I was there fully exposed to my husband’s eyes, my erect nipples wet with his saliva, my pussy dripping and my lips quivering in anticipation. He didn’t make me wait long and came back to resume kissing me. His hands held my tits firmly as he kissed me with fiery passion. My young body was flooded with pure pleasure. After a brief interval, he stood with his hard cock near my. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well.The Lost BetOne Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show. The thought had more than crossed her mind before, this suspicion being all but confirmed when Mila's hand slipped beneath Natalie's top and cupped her naked tit.Finally Natalie tried to break the kiss and object, but Mila wouldn't let her lips go, the younger brunette following her lips as she tried to move back and pressing her mouth against Natalie's more firmly, Mila's hands switching places so the left went into Natalie's top while her right travelled north.Natalie gasped loudly into.