No one there seemed to notice me in the darkness either. The stars wereout, but my balloon would have been only a passing shadow, like a cloud,over th...m.The wind was almost right. I was soon drifting fairly close to the citycenter and I saw the spoked lines of the streets radiating from theiredifice, 'Arc de Triomphe' they called it, I believe. I wondered if theFrench were feeling as triumphant now with their capital under siege,their armies shattered and their emperor a prisoner.Ahead I could. The sexual intensity was sky high.This went on for some time, Val sucking my cock and Gary fucking Carla harder and harder. She was yelling things like "fuck my ass you sonofabitch" and "shoot that cum up my ass". Carla's hand was busy, massaging her clit forcefully and she was covered with sweat. I could tell that she was about to explode. Carla watched Val suck my cock, all the while manipulating my balls or masturbating me with her hand. And let me tell you, Val was an accomplished. Mom just did her normal thing in the bathroom. I had watched her pee often.Then finally the richest woman in town went in. She was wearing the latest fashion in dresses. It was a tight party dress with a low cut neckline and a slit up one side. It fit her perfectly. She scotched it up her thighs and held it there as she lowered her sexy string panties to her ankles. Her pussy was much fuller than the other women’s pussies, her lips were almost red, and there was no sign of any hair.Shortly. The amazing bit for me is that she’s still asleep and that’s from a woman who’s up at 6 and gone to work every day by 7, must be doing something right.I can’t stop myself smelling her, she’s got her back to me so not many places I can get at – just where her arm pit starts – mmmmm, lovely – her gorgeous back – mmmmmm, slightly sweaty – she must have been on her back for most of the night – the start of her bum crease – mmmmmmmmmm, my favourite bit – my favourite smell, all sorts of gorgeous.