They are talking and laughing about last night with such intimacy, that the farmer who is watching them from the field took them to be a couple with a... great history. Yesterday had been Bastille Day. On a whim, they’d driven to Honfleur and checked into a quaint chambre d’hote near the quay. After a quick meal at one of the interchangeable harbour restaurants, they’d joined the party. Enjoying the contagion of the carousel, carnival atmosphere they became playful. As night fell, they stumbled. "When Joseph arrived at work, he encountered a changed Harriet. He had never seen her so excited and not in her usual nervous way; her center was calm yet her excitement was palpable and she was happy. Even in her desperate search for a place where the other workers in the restaurant or the customers couldn't see or hear her with him hugging and kissing him, she still seemed centered. Finally they were in the dishwashing area, Harriet asking the young man to give them a minute; she trusted him. Your eyes dip down when I ask, “Jennifer, what the hell are you doing here??!” Of course, I had no idea this was how you are making a living …… and you have no idea that your father ever used an escort. “You falter for a moment and then softly say, “I … I … am … supposed to be … your escort … for the evening … Sir. But I think there’s been a huge mistake.” Then you feebly offer, “Let me call them and arrange for another girl for you.” I know that you can see my cock starting to make a tent in. The next thing I knew, we were both naked and just caressing each other. I was so aroused, that I could feel the pre cum on the tip, and her telling me that I was leaking. I was sucking on her nipples and fingering her nearly bald little pussy and she was moaning and shuttering, telling me not to stop, keep going. We kissed and rubbed each other like that, for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been 10 minutes, before I began to cum and covered her hand and belly in my warm sperm. I.