He smiled as he left Paris. He was still not fully recovered from Scotland physically, but financially, things could not have been better.It was mid-F...ebruary by the time Jean returned to Campomesnils. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was different. She was not listening to his story of the visit to the King and seemed distracted.He went to his mother and asked if something had. We spent several days prior to the wedding all hanging out together taking pictures and building up to the wedding. I hit it off with a tall and very cute twenty six year old Englishman named John. He was very attractive and well spoken, over six feet tall, but very skinny. I dont usually go for skinny guys but he was a charmer. John knew I had a boyfriend so he kept his flirting with me subtle and I was not planning on misbehaving so I just played along discretely not really expecting or. "It's open baby," I whisper softly.He enters and can't help but to see me sitting on the sink, skirt pulled up around my waist, legs spread and holding my pussy open for him to check out the pink folds of my inner lips. His mouth fell open. I don't think he expected this type greeting."What's your name stud-muffin?" I ask.His eyes never left my pussy, as he answered huskily, "Gary. Gary Morton."I began to trace my fingers over my puffed up lips and motion him closer."Aren't you hungry. Owen was so much sexier than he was in that picture Dustin sent me. His cock was about 7 inches erect. We went and lied on the bed and started to make out and feel each others bodies again. Finally I said, Stop torturing me and put that cock inside me Owen obeyed me and rolled me on my side. He crept up behind me and brought his cock to my pussy from behind. His smooth skin up against me almost set me off right away. I could feel his rock hard abs on my back and he wrapped his strong arms.