So I went ahead and rang the bell.To my surprise, a French guy opened the door. I asked him what he’s doing in our villa, to which he corrected me, ...aying that our villa was the one down the road and not this one. I apologized and was a little embarrassed but drunk enough to not act on it.“Crazy night, huh?” He said in his sexy French accent.“Yes, it was!” I replied.“Are you the girls who are here for the bachelorette party?” He asked.“That’s us!” I replied with enthusiasm.“Oh wow. So it is. . shower before breakfast, if possible,” Kane insisted, just before Kim put her finger to his lips.“Shhhh, enough of that. We both know why your showers take so long, don’t we? I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, in fact. You’re a growing boy. It’s healthy and normal, but for now, you need to eat. Plenty of time to burn calories after breakfast is eaten. First, you have to get those calories in you, sport,” Kim ruffled his hair with her fingers as she embraced him.“Okay, breakfast does. Anyway, we got talking about school and stuff, and the subject moved to boys, and if she had a boyfriend, she said no, but a few guys had asked her, and that she started thinking about sex. I asked her if she had ever had sex with anyone, and she said no, but had given a couple of handjobs, which made me smile. She asked what I was smirking at but I just said I was thinking about something that happened the other day and she believed me. So we carried on talking about sex, and I asked if she. 'Open your thighs', she whispered into my ear, through my long hair, her warm breath so sensual in its touching my inner ear, making my nipples ache, so much so I had to reach up with my own hands and touch them.I pulled my knees upwards and outwards, just enough to still appear feminine, and as Cindy run her finger ever so slowly down my labia, prying them apart and forcing the cotton of my panties inside, she noted my wetness soaking into the naughty threads covering my hot cunt.'You're ripe.