Henri is a good friend, and I was happy to help him out when he needed the afternoon off. Tuesdays are always very quiet. I know because I someti...es slip in for a blanc sec. This particular Tuesday was no exception with myself behind the bar, and just two other women sitting at the bar, nobody else. I assumed they worked the local hotels – you know the kind of thing, chambre avec oreiller. This is the euphemism for a room with a girl (not a pillow as the words say!). Paris at the. “Right! Let’s watch that Brokeback Mountain movie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen blokes kiss properly before.” “Seriously? You went to boarding school.” “Yeah, but that’s all bullshit hazing,” Angus replied. He looked down at his right arm, wondering why the hairs there were standing at attention and his hands were suddenly damp. “I want to see what it’s like when they like each other. I wonder if it is any different than kissing some right babe.” “I assure you. The difference is minuscule but. His thick 7 inch cut cock is now standing straight up, “how am I going to get this to fit?” I wondered. “Oh well here goes nothing.” I straddled myself on top of his member and slowly lowered myself onto daddy’s cock. He was big, and it took a little bit of work to get it initially in. The head just popped in and my god I miss that feeling, that feeling of being stretched. I moaned as the rest of the cock slid all the way in, I was now balls deep, and I didn’t look back. I started to ride daddy. I'm hoping I can talk to Winnie. Perhaps lunch together. Then I need to learn more about what UNSW and Macquarie have to offer." Does Macquarie offer anything?" I don't think so. But we can ask that friend of Winnie's." True. By the way, what were you planning for dinner?" Me? Plan for dinner? I'm not a very good wifey, am I? I can do more in the kitchen than Katherine Hepburn at the end of Woman of the Year, but I'm not going to be a real housewife unless I have to." Well, we had Italian last.