I had to find out more. "What takes you to Paris?".She looked a bit hesitant, but replied. "My boyfriend booked a romantic holiday. He jilted me last ...eek, but I had the tickets, and decided to go anyway." What are you going to do when you get there?" I'm going to find someone who will spend two days with me". There was an intensity in her voice that worried me. Her eyes were staring directly into mine. I nearly choked.The waitress bought Champagne. The bubbles made us both relax, and we. I opened my lips and let the head slip inside my mouth, teasing the opening with my tongue. All this time, my own cock was getting harder and harder until it was almost as rock hard as his I slurped and bobbed up and down her thick hard b**st, my mouth open as wide as it could go to fit something that thick inside it, gradually managing to take more and more inside me. "Oh yes, baby, that's it," Amy moaned, pushing my head further and further down her shaft, "You're a natural honey; you'll soon. She now lives with him, something that he continually rubs my nose in.’ ‘I can see how that would piss you off.’ ‘Piss me off’? This is definitely not Psych-speak. ‘Are you sure that you’re a Psychologist? I would bet major body parts that I would not find ‘Piss off’ in the index or even the glossary of terms of any Psych text book.’ ‘Just as you’d never find a silver spoon in my mouth, very much a working class girl I am, I believe in calling a spade a fucking shovel.’ My third look at her. I was worried what would happen if my younger lover would find out about our relationship and our planned cruise.Then one day I got a frantic E-Mail from Dawn, she said her pool just turned green!!! I knew what happened, so I got a bunch of pool chemicals and two new filters and drove over to Dawn’s. She met me at her house dressed in jean shorts and a T shirt, not the sexy Granny I was used to from Vegas. Sure enough her filter had got infected with green mold; I shocked the pool with.