Brup. I burped, that’s better. Shit, the horses couldn’t hold it in while I was doing that, I’m soaked! My shirt is ruined. I should have taken ...t off. I might be able to wear the cum! I take my shirt off and ring it above my head. Cum drizzles out and covers my body. It’s still a little thin in some areas, I need a little more. The horses are ready. Just a kiss is all it takes. God, two at a time. They’re glazing me. Every cock I touch sprays me in cum. It’s all over my body. I don’t need that. So many days of dancing and smiling and kissing. You, smiling down from the back of that great black beast you rode, bending for a kiss. You, dancing in the rain, naked as the day you were born, with that glorious hair flinging out in all directions, dusted with diamond drops. You, lying on the rug in front of the fire, the flickering flames bronzing your skin and making your brown eyes burn amber. Even now, flames make me think of your eyes, the volcano of passion that hides behind their. Not speaking French, I lost about seven-eights of the conversations around me. People were polite, particular the beautiful French women who wanted to meet me and have me kiss both of their cheeks. Some were dressed more provocatively than any of my crowd, even including Margo who had become an instant hit with a half-dozen Frenchmen whose tongues seemed to be lolling out of the sides of their mouths.Being a man that thinks about sex every few seconds, I found it hard not to assess each of the. Holy shit, his wife was one of most erotic and exotic dancers in the world. She had wowed everybody in the club. Even some of the waitresses and bartenders came forward and tossed money on the stage for Alice.After the onslaught of money stopped, Big Benny, the bouncer got on stage and collected the bills in a large plastic bag. He assured everyone that Alice Angel would be given the bag as soon as he was through.The DJ segued into some dance music for the patrons, and a few people got up to.