Reynard noted my mood. "You look as though you have an appointment with the hangman."Mme. Reynard knew of my acquaintance with Marie but nothing of it... depth. I told her. She smiled indulgently at the end of my sad tale. "Ah, Monsieur Northam. You are suffering from love. Maybe you should get married. It cures that malady faster than any doctor can cure a disease. Once married, quickly out of love, until the next love appears."Mme. Reynard was typically French when it came to love and marriage.. ”“Sure, go ahead.”“Are you like constantly turned on?”“Not constantly, but yeah, a lot.”“Wow. That's amazing, isn't it tiring being turned on for so long?”I chuckled as I thought about what it was like to be constantly wet and aroused. It was a lot of fun and edging all day was incredibly arousing but yeah, I guess in its own way it could be a bit tiring.“Well, I guess it can be a bit, but it's a lot of fun too.”Cathy blushed a little as she thought about it.“Does it turn you on having someone. "Is this Megan's father, Pete?" I asked."Yeah...who's this?" He said obviously drunk."This is Robin Tate and I am Heather's mother." I said."Yeah you have a dyke for a daughter! I caught her eating my girl's pussy! Did you know she is a lesbian?" He said in his drunken state."I know you are upset and obviously drunk. Megan is safe and we can talk tomorrow once you have sobered up. Good night!" I said as I hung up.It was a night with a lot of crying and fear for what the new day would bring. I. I didn’t think that I would enjoy watching two women so much. It’s so incredibly sensuous seeing a ‘first time’.” Elise’s hand was still on my cock but because she was so engrossed with what she was watching she had stopped making any movements with it. “Jean? Let’s go over to the bed.” “I’d like that.” They got onto the bed, kneeling, facing each other and once again held each other close. Their kiss became more intense. More demanding. Marie pushed Jean gently over onto her back. “I don’t.