It was the perfect time of year to be outside of the UK in the city of romance and eternal youth. One of my side issues that filled my waking hours wi...h the seeds of guilt was the need to converse in French with native speakers so I might improve my terrible Midland’s accent, to at least the off chance I might be from somewhere more appropriate in the average French person’s thoughts of an ideal environment.I cringed each time I saw that little look of disdain when they heard me speak their. ” Since Mrs. Grant made the bed, she probably would have a very good idea fairly soon. “Mister thought you might want to go back to bed.”“Well, this is one of my lazy days,” she said, “but not that lazy.” For that matter, when Eric thought of her going back to bed, he might not have intended her to go back to sleep. Well, this was going to be one of her lascivious days, but not that lascivious, or, at least, not lascivious that soon. “Do you think he’d mind me looking over his library?”“I’m. “Oh my God,” Jenny cried out. “Oh please, make me cum.” Mike went down between her legs, licking and exploring the folds of her lips. He was careful not to touch her clit much to Jenny’s dismay. His licking and sucking continued as Jenny wrapped her legs around Mike’s head. She tasted so sweet, her juices mixed in with his cum. She could feel her orgasm build as Mike took her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her closer. His mouth covered her clit and then he gave a quick flick of his tongue. Her pubic hairs so light colored and fuzzy, at first glance it appeared like she had no hair at all!"Do you like my pussy mommy... can I call you mommy Mrs J?... c'mon, mommy... smell it... it's so sweet mommy... it wants your mouth." Oh God," I moaned in despair. "Please... please don't make me baby... please don't make me do this..."But she did make me... and this was my fantasy come true, her fuzzy covered little cunt, so squeaky clean, with the glistening juices coating her tiny slit... I.