I kissed her gently on the cheek as we stared out the spotless glass at the tropical paradise."We had better start getting ready if we're going to mak... that party tonight," I said, releasing her and turning to our small bag, "I would hate to miss any of the festivities." So true," she smiled, "but I don't think a little snack would spoil my appetite."The sun was sinking low into the western horizon and the sky was alive with powerful reds and yellow, the dieing embers of the sun's rays bouncing. ” She hugged me tight and said, “I’m your slut master, do as you please.” Now I was fired up and started kissing her passionately.I pushed her against the wall. I was caressing her melons over her saree while biting her lips and tongue. Then I just took my hand and placed it near her pussy. Now that was an invitation which I didn’t want to ignore. I took the side of her netted saree and tore it.Then I pulled off the only piece of the button on her blouse, freeing those huge melons. What I saw. " "And him? Do you love him? I heard you say you did," I said. She spun around cloaking her face from me. She turned back to me. "In a way, I guess I do," she said. Apparently she'd decided to be honest. In some strange way I found that, not comforting, but, refreshing. She'd been sneaking around, fucking another man, falling in love with another man, and I found her remarks refreshing, go figure. At any rate I wasn't quite old news yet though I had to think that it was just a matter of time. But his hand sought hers as he turned to continue down Boul’Mich. And her fingers twined round his firmly. He was beginning to feel like a nervous teenager on his first date. After some minutes of walk and banter he led her right, off the Boulevard. – La Sorbonne, he said, then le Panthéon. And if you’re a very good girl, I’ll show you the grim Lycée I attended as a teenager? – I’d love that Sandy. But I’m getting tired. Maybe we can stop for a coffee for a bit? Just take it all in? Over.