She liked to say getting me hard for bed was like baking baguettes: “let la pâte rise, touch gently with fingertips, roll to size, then put it in t...e oven.” Her oven was always hot and ready for another loaf. When she said, "Laissez nous faire le pain," let's bake bread, she didn't mean in the kitchen. Our breadbasket was always full.We moved in together at Mme. Benoit's boarding house on the Left Bank after my third month in Paris. Life was perfect until Danielle found a job in a two-star. Some of the locals, on the way out shouted “See you later, Sue”. I knew they were lying. I was the only one who was going to see her later…I was heading to my room when I made a detour. I looked at the clock saw I had some time so just because I was curious I headed to the Plaza. I got to Pam and Johns room. “Oh, Kevin. Glad you came. Can we get you a drink.”“Beer would be great” The room had close on the floor and they were sitting around in shorts and tee’s. I take that back Pam forgot the. May I please see your license and registration and proof of insurance?” The man was very polite.“Yes sir.” Lynn reached for her purse and pulled out her wallet. She handed her license and insurance card to the officer.“I don’t have the registration. The car belongs to someone else.”“Are you driving it with that person’s permission?”“Yes sir. He is in the back seat.”The officer looked into the back. I’m sure he had scanned it for anything dangerous before, but now he was examining. I am sure. Ryan pulled his cock out and it was still spurting cum and it splattered all over Melissa's tight little asshole and then he stuck it back in her pussy and came some more!Melissa finally stopped bucking when she felt Ryan's cock stop pulsating and she raised her pussy slowly of his cock and the amount of cum was incredibly!It ran out like a river all over his cock!Melissa was spent and I thought Ryan was too so we sat there and had a drink after Ryan and Melissa wiped his cum from there.