And thanks for the drink, but I really shouldn't, Mister Avar. It is Kurt Avar, isn't it?" For my sins, yes it is, dear girl." He offers his hand and ...he takes it. A shiver of pleasure runs through her veins as he holds it gently while asking, "And how old are you, Lara Beechwood? I would have said far too young to recognise a relic such as I." "Dad's favourite film was that Roman epic thingy you did. I had to sit through it so many times as a kid. But you narrated that Dylan Thomas poem. We. ” And she gestured down her body again. Her tone told me that she had been obsessing about her looks.I said, “That’s bullshit Heather. This guy isn’t a gentleman and what he’s proposing isn’t special. All he wants to do is fuck you. And all YOU are going to get out of this are some great orgasms and a few souvenirs of Paris.”I stopped and added trying to sound as determined as I felt, “And what you get after that will depend on how much you rock his world. Because I won’t be around when you. “Yes Raj, she is too simple minded. Maya trusts me too much. Had she seen my lust, she would never have left us alone. But lets make the most of this night. I want to fuck you. To be fucked like a whore by my lovely fucker!” Saying this she bent foward exposing her bare ass. Her rounded ass looked invitingly beautiful. I got on my knees, my face inches away from Salma’s ass. I loved this slut. She got me so horny. I kissed her ass cheeks. My fingers were touching her wet pussy. I rubbed her. Rod invited me to sit by his fire and have a drink, which I gladly accepted. We sat on top of a picnic table next to the fire behind his house. I hadn't seen Rod in about a year, so we talked for about an hour or so just catching up. As he talked, I would blow bubbles with my gum constantly, hoping to turn him on with my tongue. I made little moves like leaning back real far on the table, rubbing the outside of my thighs every once in a while. I noticed every time he got up to throw another log.