‘Bon soir,’ the man went on, extending his hand. ‘I’m Georges Belleveau.’ His English was excellent, there was hardly a trace of an accent. ...nough though to show his French origins. ‘Evening,’ continued the woman, with her hand out. ‘Diane Patterson.’ Her voice had the honey drawl of the American South. My only response was a swallow. The couple chuckled. ‘There’s no need to worry,’ Diane told me with a small smile. ‘We’re here for an interview, not a meal. And we do apologize for the. He sat on the chair and I stole peeks at my boobs as he ate. His eyes wandering to my breasts peeking out of my shirt. I sat in front of Papa and looked at him with open lust in my eyes. I opened and closed my legs in excitement. I creamed my pussy as I clenched my thighs tightly.“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked.”Oh, after I have fed my Papa,” I replied.”Well, I want to feed my darling Bahu. Sit down and let Papa feed you, come on darling, sit by my side, just as you sit by the side of my. Since she had never let go of my cock as I moved over I let her line it up with her pussy. I pushed forward and felt the head push into her opening. Patti removed her hand and put both of them behind her head. I moved up slightly so I could get more leverage and put her legs so they rested on my chest and shoulders. I thrust forward, slowly sliding my cock into her moist tight hole. The feeling was indescribable, so hot, so tight, every sensory in my cock was being energized.I pushed until my. I had to question that, but she said she meant nothing by it. Then she began asking me a lot of sexual questions, like if I preferred missionary, or doggie style. I told her missionary, because I liked seeing the woman's face up close. Eventually, she wanted me opinion on something very personal," Jack explained.I had two fingers all the way up into my pussy. Even though I heard this kind of story before, I still found myself being very turned on. I was more than tempted to strip, but.