As it was I had finished earlier than expected and after a quick change I ventured out.Unbeknown to me the hotel we situated on the edge of the Pigall... district which at the time was the Soho of Paris - loads of sex shops, cinemas and a fair few ladies of the night walking round even though it was 4 in the afternoon.Going round I couldn't help but think how seedy it all was, but hey, what a hypocrite coming from someone who was wanking in public only the night before!After a while I got bored. But somehow she got over and went into the kitchen and started taking out vessels.I knew she was sad and realized this was my opportunity, I took her hand and turned herself towards me andI directly saw in her eyes and saidMe: Aunty is there any way I could help? (with a smile)K did not look surprised but she protested saying this was wrong and kept her hand on my thigh and started her hand motion vertically.I knew the signal and told her that I was ready to satisfy her as I know she did not. Hitching your skirt up, I slide your knickers down your toned legs, noticing how wet and slick they have become with your juices as you kick them to one side, and I do likewise with my own trousers and pants. Parting your legs, I kneel behind your arse, push your bum up higher before spreading it with my hands. I gorge myself on the sight of your holes, displayed so beautifully for me, before running my finger along the slit of your cunt, from clit to hole and then back again. You gasp at my. I could tell she was proud of herself as she began texting. I asked what she was doing and she told me she was sending the pic to Bill saying “It’s official lol” This shocked me, we were always adamant that we would control such things. She reassured me that Bill knew the score. Seconds later Bill responded with a message that simply read ‘Joe’s Bar 9pm – 5k’ Joan replied, ‘Huh?’ Bill texted back “Be at Joe’s 9pm slut. Come alone – 5k’.She looked over at the kitchen clock and it was already 8pm.