“Leave them,” he ordered, “I don’t have much time.”In the truck he forced Kristin to her knees and hauled out his cock, telling her to ‘we... it’.She gave him a quick and sloppy blow job and then, at his direction, bent over while he plowed her pussy.After a few moments he stopped and removing the cock from her pussy, pressed it against her asshole and gained his true goal. His plunge into her ass brought a grunt of pleasure and pain from her.He was finished quickly and said that he really needed. Robert opened the drapes so that they could watch the sunset from bed and see Paris in the special light they call the “blue hour” in French. He realized that despite eating a large breakfast they had skipped lunch and that he was really hungry. “Missing a meal in Paris is idiotic,” he thought, “And that is not going to happen again while we are here.” They decided to go to a nearby bistro known for their classic French food, not the over-precious food of epicures, but that of real people.. I had spent the evening trying to father their offspring. Both had stopped the pill and wanted to be pregnant at the same time. Caroline and Rachel wanted to be present at the conception of both children. So they both slept in my bed. I wasn't complaining either.I got up from the bed quietly and headed for the bathroom. After urinating I looked up to find Rachel watching. She walked in and sat down to pee, pulling me close, she engulfed my cock in her warm wet mouth. Her lips reached my pubic. It was going to change from now on.” What are you doing Rahul? I an getting ready for the party! Leave me alone. I’ve got to get ready for my party.” she said. She was looking in the mirror while arranging her sari pallu.I was beyond myself with lust. I was going to have Uma, my mother as my lover. I was better than that Swami, anyhow. I grasped her by her waist. The touch of her flesh was electric. “Stop it Rahul, you are spoiling my sari!!” I looked into her eyes”And what about spoiling our.