I suppose it meant I might have been a bit horny affecting my decision making. Of course I was horny. That’s what guys are snorted to.Saint Tropez w...s miles of homes along the coast, quite dry climate reminding me of California. The town proper was rather small and we looked for a coffee place. I decided to park and walk around looking for a place to eat.There wasn’t much actually. But finally we found a counter with some items, just bread and cheese, stuff like that. I got brave and asked the. Do you have time to listen?" I always can make time for you, old friend. What do you have for me?" We now know the name of the demi-devil who is directing this war. It is Baal. You need to be on your mettle, because Baal is particularly devious and hard to trick. I hope that you never have to face him directly because of his power and guile. He also is stubborn as Hell, so you probably will eventually have to face him in order to win—I'm just not looking forward to that."The other information I. Jenny stood up and said "You really think so Jesse"? I movedtoward her and put my arm around her waist pulling her to me and kissing her on thelips again. I broke the kiss saying "I really do Jenny". I then pushed her back ontothe sofa falling on top of her. When she didn't resist I kissed her again and ran myhand over her thigh, Damn she had smooth skin. I pressed my hard-on against hercrotch as I slipped my tongue in her mouth. I felt Jenny arch upward, I was on fire.I got up offering my. “Ready?”“Absolutely,” I confirmed a little sleepily.I closed my eyes I listened to the sound of him stirring the olive oil in its ceramic bowl. The sound was reassuring, soft and strong. Almost holy in its susurration.He started applying the sun-warmed oil at the top of my mound with a heavy brush in short, even strokes. Then down the crease between my thighs, left and then right. One heavy stroke from the base of my still-throbbing cock, nearly sending me over the edge again, all the way down.