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None of them would accept money, and seemed content to settle for just a handjob in the bathroom. I was grateful that the first thing to arrive was the aspirin, so that I could begin to cope with the splitting headache. The young French lad who delivered it astutely guessed that I was hung over, and volunteered to provide a special ancient family remedy that he swore was foolproof. I gratefully accepted, and discovered that his wonderful massage actually did take my mind off my head. And, he tells me, I don't have any lumps! Feeling invigorated and alive after my breakfast, I quickly don my new lingerie, and toss a tight white cotton dress, cut low in front and short in the skirt, over it. Then, jumping into a pair of sensible fuck-me pumps (suitable for walking) and glancing in the mirror for one last look, I head out. True, the red and black corset and panties are visible through the white cotton if you look closely enough, but the stocking tops are hidden as long as I tug the skirt down and my nipples are fairly light coloured, so they can barely be seen. Heading along the Boulevard St. Germain, I descend into the Metro. My first stop will be the Louvre (lewvrah, or lewv, or blowjob something). I depart the Metro at Les Halles (lay zall), as did most of the men on the train. Always the gentlemen, they insist that I go up the stairs before them - and even wait until I am five or ten steps up before they begin to follow. The Louvre is one of the highlights of Paris. Not only is it the home of much of tits the world's best art, it's also alive with Paris' best and brightest aspiring artists copying the masters for practice. While admiring a nude, I am approached by a young fellow who engages me in a fascinating conversation about the way the artist has captured the skin tones on the model's nipples, and enlightening me on the courage of the artist in foregoing the traditional fig leaf, to paint the vagina in all its splendid detail. I'll never look at a vagina the same way again. He tells me he knows of some other full-frontal nudes in a gallery closed to the public, and asks if I'd like to see them. "Oh, oui! (oh wee)" I exclaim, and in seconds we are in a locked room, surrounded by some of the most exquisite pussy ever painted. Pointing at one that I thought was brilliant, my new friend declares it amateurish and unrealistic. "Zere are too many leetle folds - no wooman 'as zat much peenk!" he pontificates. amateur Thrilled with the intellectual debate I have become engaged in, I attempt to prove to him that he is wrong. "Look!" I say, lifting the hem of my skirt and pulling apart the sides of my crotchless panties, "don't I look just like that?" His answer startles me: "oh, non! Yours is - shav-ed, oh la la - but lahk zees one," pointing to another nude who is clearly less excited than our subject snatch. Quickly sensing the problem, I enlighten him by beginning to masturbate. He sees my point, and blonde in a fit of intellectual stimulation, rushes to my aid. Soon, his fingers are all over my spreading snapper. I begin to look a lot like the pussy in the painting. "Steel not zere!" he declares, casting his critical eye back and forth between my dripping sex and the masterpiece. He yanks out his French stick, and plunges it deep inside me. He pumps me like a man lost in the desert with nothing to live on but potato chips suddenly finding a well at an oasis. When he spurts inside me (don't forget to wear your diaphragm in Paris) and pulls out hastily, he gazes again at my vagina and at the one in the painting. "Madame," he concedes with a bow, "you are correct." From the Louvre, stroll through the Jardin des Tuileries (zhar-dan day twee-le-ree) and onto the Champs anal Elysees (shons ay-lee-say), remembering to tug your skirt down every few steps - or if necessary, pull your stockings up. Stop for a late lunch at any one of the myriad bistros and cafes along the way. I've found that if you let the surly French waiters know that it's okay to touch your breasts, they usually lose the attitude, and you can often get a free refill on the glass of excellent Chardonnay (shar-don-nay). Next, move on to the Arc de Triomphe (arc duh tree-omp). One of the highlights of the Arc is the view from the top, which is often enhanced by the sight of honeymooning lovers embracing by the wall, with the splendors of Paris arrayed below them. On this particular late afternoon, I am lucky enough to find the crowds have thinned, and there is only one couple making out in the corner. Sensing an opportunity for a true Parisian adventure, I approach them cautiously. But after they climbed in the car, he in the driver’s seat, her in the passenger, and she pulled her seatbelt across her chest so that the strap nestled snugly between her two breasts, separating the tube blonde top tits into two full, bulging orbs, and her thighs spread out beneath her so that their insides kissed, he knew what it was that had kept him from speaking up. I threw my head back and moaned deeply. I had a good time with Shelly, then we got all the AI’s ready on the other ship. She could only find the most daring clothes. We're so glad you could make it. “It means there is something in my body making me weak and my immune system is trying to fight it off. This anal was so exciting. “Call me names,” I groveled, needing to feel dominated and humiliated while I surrendered myself entirely to his amateur manly superiority. Were they serious?! She could hear the chatter, dim and distant, all hushed and whispered voices. When we docked and went up to the house, Jeff was fondling Lisa and I wanted some too. Girls from the BDSM club prepare for a naked paintball tournament “I think you need more,” she said and turned around offering her ass and pussy to me. I rubbed my cock on her soft pussy lips and after covering my dick with spit, I pushed in. No resistance, very soft! Then she opened the top right drawer--one she didn’t use much, as she was left-handed--and there it was. Maid husband :Gopal Hey, stop that! It was always in the back blowjob seat of his car. Sally mentioned that she thought Becky, either because of the counseling or just her own fortitude, was looking like a beautiful, confident woman. It scuttled through their midst as they hacked at it with ineffective strokes of swords or thrust with spears, points skittering off the chitinous thing. He squeezed my left butt-cheek. And, I can adapt my schedule as needed. Crawling over to him she obediently took the limp length of his shaft into her mouth. Besides, I watched about 2 hours of gangbang porn and swinger porn on the laptop today. June nuzzled into Maykop's neck kissing along his strong jawline. What drama Daddy. And don't you dare flinch when I squeeze, or you will be punished!” It wouldn't die because daddy's cock kept plunging into me. And they stole glances at each other. “Do we have time for a quicky with the Prince?”, he said to me.