Youdon't believe me? Just try getting off a train at Gare de Lyon and findinga taxi driver who can speak French properly.That was my first experience...of Paris.I had spent a year living in la Bourgogne, (which now considers itself partof real France) and was due to meet with Serge, the son of a teacher calledLaurence, who I had made friends with in Beaune. At least that was what Iwas told.Laurence had, quite sensibly, as soon as she had learnt to drive, persuadedher Papa to give her some. I made up my mind to change the way things work around here. She got out of her chair and walked up behind me. I dont want you to say a word Tom. Just listen. She reached around in front of me and began to pinch my nipples. I felt a noticeable shudder ripple through me. She began to roll my nipples between her thumb and forefingers, gradually increasing the pressure. I groaned as she applied more pressure. My nipples hurt, but it felt wonderful. I always had sensitive nipples, she had pinched. “Thank you, my love and I can tell for the smile on Donna’s face that you’re giving her a good fucking too!” She leaned to smooth her hand over his ass.Those few words were enough to ease their minds, and we all turned to please our partner. Susan leaned to cuddle close and continued to fuck me. I cupped her tiny ass cheeks in my hands, helping her to fuck my cock. We hugged and kissed for a minute, then she whispered, “Fuck me doggy!”She lifted off my cock and giggled as she quickly went to. Here Cissy devoted her mouth to turning Patsy's round hips to the same bright pink as her tits."Oh, Christ," Patsy gasped. "You little bitch! You're torturing me. My cunt. Suck my cunt."Cissy, like a hot hissing snake, crawled over Patsy's body, her mouth active, turning everything she touched pink. She dropped between Patsy's outstretched legs. Panting, her eyes glowing with lust, she shuddered in bliss."It looks delicious." It is." Patsy moaned."Is it as good as the stuff that was sprayed on.