”“I’d like to spend some time with them, too. The only thing I really need to do is visit Birgit. I have something to leave with her. Otherwise,...I don’t have anything specific. You and I do need to talk.”“Have you figured things out?” she asked softly.“I’ve figured out a lot,” I said. “About me, about Birgit, about you.”“Good. Did you want breakfast now? We can go see Birgit once we eat, if you want.”“Sure! That’s a great idea.”We had a typical breakfast of filmjölk, cornflakes, bread, butter,. He listened to the chatter of his fellow-passengers as they hung on the straps around him, breathed mingled scents and sweat. It was three years since he had last been in France, a camping holiday in Bretagne with his son. He knew his French was rusty as he struggled to follow fragmented conversations. Finally the train squealed to a halt, and he followed the crowd of students up under the elaborate art-nouveau iron gate of the station, and onto the blistering heat of the boulevard. Hot though. It was enormous! "Damn!" I thought, "How could so much cock hide behind such a small garment?" I couldn't move. I could barely breath. His cock was so erect and thick and long as any I had ever seen. His balls were hanging low. His face was showing excitement and anticipation and so was mine as I glanced at myself in one of the mirrors.The knob on his cum rod was huge and glowing. The sun is no stranger to this awesome pussy pleaser. He was totally tan. Jo leaned forward and circled the head of. " Maybe you want me to invite him up here to watch us?" Robin quired."That would be too much to hope for." You'd probably chicken out,"Robin stated."No way."Oh really?" Robin stated as she broke away from Gina's embrace and headed to the closet. I managed to stuff my swollen cock back in my jeans just before she opened the door."Surprise," she said as pulled open the closet door and revealed my hiding spot.There was a sharp intake of air from Gina and I could see her tiny nipples pushing.