”“Have you met our Mom?” I asked, as I saw Mom headed our way.“No, but I’m sure this is her coming toward us now, smiling as if she wants to...join us.”“Mom, we were just talking about Julia meeting you.”“Julia - meet Rita Borelli - my Mom.”“Rita, you are absolutely beautiful. My daughter has tried to describe you as being very beautiful, but you are even more beautiful than she told me.”“Julia, I first loved you when Rita started telling us about you. I hope you and Rita will come up to our. Also, I had packed t-shirts and more formal blouses. No bras. My tits were rather small anyway. After a simple dinner at a café, we got a cab which drove us to Montparnasse, a part of Paris which I liked since it was so reminiscent of the American writers and artists who were there in the 20s. The club Suzanne was bringing me to was located on a quiet side street and in a basement. The entrance was in the alley. The door opened like someone was waiting for us. Someone was. I was cheered as I. “Occupational hazard.”She flipped her hair over her far shoulder. Holding onto my penis, she used it as an axis to pivot around.This gave me a view of her in profile. I pushed myself up to elbows so I could watch her in the dim light that came from the foyer.My eyes traced the curve of her back from her neck down to her smooth hindquarters. The twin, smallish cones of her breasts hung down motionless without the slightest hint of sway. Her dark, pink nipples pointed to the floor, noticeably. She reached to the table and told me to open my mouth, I did so trembling and worried what she was doing, she put a pill in my mouth and held a glass of water to my mouth, I swallowed the pill and was now worrying what I had just ingested. She told me it was a pill that would keep me conscious, but would make me very weak and barely able to move, perfect for her to get me ready and have things set up. After a while and nothing but silence, grandma got off me and pulled me off the couch crashing.