It’s reminiscent of two teenagers rather than two mature long time lovers. You manage to guide me to the bed and gently push me down. As my eyes adj...ust to the light, I absorb the vision before me; your tall, lithe figure, the special lingerie you’ve worn, the new haircut, the high heels. Most of all I see the look in your eyes, knowing that you want this just as badly as I do. I can see the need, the longing. You crawl into my lap and straddle me as we again begin to kiss, both removing each. I took a dozen of the better scenes and compiled a fifteen-minute video of my beautiful new neighbor.For the rest of the month of July that became our daily routine. Every evening we would sit in the nice hot water, drink plenty of wine, and talk about anything and everything. Denise talked about her past sex life and that she didn’t have a sex life at the moment. My wife laughed and said that she could borrow me anytime that she wanted too. Denise politely declined her offer. However Denise. Then the bell rang again. I walked to the door and was aware of just how loud the orgy noise was as I opened the door to three huge black men. They all had to be well over six feet tall and they all looked like bouncers at a tough club."Hi, we are looking for Judy!" Said one with a really deep voice as he looked down at my exposed tits."Come on in and join the party!" I said as we walked down the hall to the living room which was now wall to wall sex!"What fuck is all of this!" One of them said. I smiled. "What are we looking for in this partner, Madame? Tall? Slender?" Mais oui!" Pretty face?" Hmmm. Perhaps not necessary. She can sport a mask — it is all ze rage in Paris. More important is ze posture. She must be elegant; she must walk like a dancer and dance like a zephyr."A mask! Of course, then no risk of her being recognised as a collar! "What about big breasts?" I was painfully aware that my collar would not shine in the current fashion for cantilever bosoms to display maximum.