More lunges slammed against her, she shook with each one, and our loud cries ricocheted off the painted walls.“Putain… oui… oui…”“You want...it harder… like this?”The slap-slap-slap of our bodies and syrup stickiness of her sex fuelled my ire.“Oui, baisez moi, baisez moi fort!”“Like this?”Harder collisions re-invigorated her cries, helpless against me, her body braced between the wall and this uncompromising action. Reaching out for purchase, a picture frame fell from the wall. The powerful. ”I went back finding Peter and shook his hand, “That was beautiful, Mr. Chapman. If I didn’t know you had a gorgeous wife, I would be more than a little worried.”“Jenn and I promised to not be worried about our significant others during that number. During the reprise I actually had my wife on my mind.”Jenn came over and kissed me. “Feel better now, Michael?”“That one kiss was pretty hot, maybe we can role play that I am Peter and your Kitten.”From behind I sensed my redhead, so I turned to see. "It can't be that much longer," she said, "Why don't you count out yourcandy? I'll make some hot chocolate."They both agreed. They both poured their candies onto the table.Melissa grinned. Her pile was much bigger. This would make up for theteasing she got from her friends.Peter noticed her grin. "I guess you had fun, huh?"She shrugged. "It wasn't so bad being a girl, for a few hours anyway." I had fun being a boy. It was nice not to have everyone keep sayinghow cute you are. I like not having. He asked if I'd like to go out for a drink with him when I got off. I said sure-I saw no harm in that. The hour passed quickly and before long I was off and the dark stranger returned to pick me up. We took a cab to a bar he suggested and there we talked and had a couple drinks. We talked about my country and about other things as well. After we finished our second round he asked if I'd like to go dancing. I readily agreed and we walked to a nearby club. The people were mostly black but it.