"Un café, si vous plait," Debbie said easily, smoother in French than normal. As the waiter stood there, he admired the view down, and when cau...ht looking smiled shyly. The waiter returned quickly with an expresso, standing close to the table so that his crotch was just below eye level and told Debbie to call if she wanted anything else, a slight emphasis on "anything".Not stopping to wonder how she understood the language so well, Debbie thought about her situation. "Last night was. "He spread her lips apart with his fingers and rocked his hips back and forth against her. He slid into her a good six inches. He lay down and supported his weight on top of her with his elbows. Slowly fucking her, he took a rose petal between his lips. He delicately ran it around her mouth, making Gina's whole face tingle. She parted her lips and they pulled on the petal together. Gina could hardly believe how filled up she was. She hadn't felt this way since she was a little girl. The feeling. I was barely able to breathe as she pushed hard into my throat. Suddenly she pressed down hard and began to shiver. Her sweaty stomach was pressing hard enough against my face that I couldn’t breathe through my nose. Her clit was in my throat and her slippery wet pussy was pressed so hard against my tired chin that my mouth was forced open and sealed against her crotch. Her shivering grew more intense. I tried to push her up enough to get a quick breath of air. I swallowed against her. It was hard to gauge her age, Linc thought. Late twenties to early forties—the bangs argued younger, but a few grey streaks said older. Her frumpy garment hung from her shoulders almost to her bare feet. She looked like she could be in some back-to-the-land commune.“I’ve been expecting a delivery all day, and you were supposed to be here hours ago,” she said. “I started without you, which should save some time.”Linc wasn’t paying much attention to her words as he surveyed the hall thinking.