But we didn't care. We were there for adventure.And it found us.The adventure came in the form of four partiers. The partiers were about the same age ...s we were, and they weren't American tourists, but French locals and we met when I nearly stepped on one of the girl's hands.I was talking to John and not paying attention to where I was stepping. I had seen the locals and had maneuvered around them, but one of the girls was keeled over and puking up her party favors. She had enough sense to pull. ..you came here with your friends huh?" She asked me"Yeah I came here with my friends..." I answered not even trying to correct her that they were my sisters."How old are you?" She asked me with a little bit more confidence."I am 21...." I lied. I was actually 18. She smiled at me and answered that she was 20. She moved a little bit closer and our soldiers were practically touching."Are you doing anything after this? Do you wanna go out and grab some lunc-"Who are you?" Sabrina interrupted. She had somewhat modestly sized breasts in those days before getting implants, but they'd been sculpted with an artful god's own hands and were perfect in roundedness, firmness, tilted slightly upwards were her large, red nipples, and the wobbled with a life all their own when freed. Her ass was equally delightful, and her tanlines only made everything better. She had a nice brown bush she kept healthily present but managed down to under control. That night when she finally turned the water off. I'm not sure what Linda saw when she looked at me then. It was something between me finally living a longtime fantasy, and preparing to run screaming into the night, I suppose. It's not quite what I felt, but I could see how she might have taken it for that. I was frozen there, as hard as I've ever been, possessed by the state of her body's luscious arousal, held captive by the scene before me.She rose from the sofa and asked, "Can he stay, David?"I tried the best I could to look over at him.