This is the euphemism for a room with a girl (not a pillow as the words say!). Paris at the very end of July is a hot and stuffy city without a breath...of breeze. Those who can do so take their holidays at this time. They flee the city for more comfortable places. This particular Tuesday it was particularly hot and stuffy with a definite feeling of approaching thunderstorms in the air. They sat at the bar, silent but glamorous in an understated sort of a way. I had been slicing some. Joyce had her arms close to her chest, defensively, staring up at me with her innocent doe eyes. Her face was flushed from our make-out session a moment ago when I suggested we take it to my room. My red lipstick dotted her face.God, I wanted her.I reached a hand up her shirt, forcing her arms away, stroking her over her bra. She looked away, shyly, closing her eyes."Don't look so embarrassed," I whispered, "You know very well that you want it as much as I do."She didn't reply, but I earned an. ”“I am now! I answered, making her laugh.The girl next to her teased her a bit too, and they bantered back and forth for about thirty seconds or so. But then Angie smiled up at me again, and leaned forward to take my now semi-rigid wang in her mouth.“Hmmmmmmm, she hummed, happily.Suddenly self-conscious at having my cock inside the mouth of a teenage girl on a crowded bleacher, I quickly glanced around. The stands were not chalked full of people; but they were full enough mostly of parents,. The driver killed the engine, and a pair of shapely legs, clad in a very fetching miniskirt, leg muscles accentuated by the stilettos, emerged from the driver's side. The driver's torso was covered in a tight-fitting, low-cut halter top that finished several inches above her belly and exposed a good part of her. Simultaneously, this strikingly attractive woman's very handsome son dressed in typically boyish clothes came out from the other side. Inside the bungalow, Prem smiled. They looked.