So I sent a telegram to Madeline saying that I would go. I travelled to Paris and spent the night with Madeline. We made love, of course, but somehow ...things were not the same as they had been in London. I was distracted by the thoughts in the back of my mind that I would be seeing Juliette again in a couple of days. Madeline and I travelled to Genoa on the Orient Express. When we made love to the motion of the train, all I could think about was the last time that I had made that trip, and in. I knew that instinctively, and it wasn't entirely due to her addiction to me. There was something deeper. Her tears before weren't from frustration but from that deeper something.However, I instinctively knew that using her love for me against her would be a severe mistake.I knew that Kristen was lonely. I had spent the last week or so trying to bring her out of her shell. Again, that wasn't something that I could use against her. And that also meant that I wouldn't be able to use any of her. Then they parted and lay back together and after a while.“Was it horrible?” An embarrassed Dean asked.“No it wasn’t” was the answer.“What’s it like?”“Well, it has a really strange taste and texture but not disgusting”Then Alexis leaned forward and kissed Dean and he responded. After some time they got some drinks and they sat together and chatted with a picnic blanket over them. They talked about lots of things including sex and found that there were things in common like she had never let any. I groaned. I wanted her tounlock me. So badly! But she tormented me, teasing me with her lipsand tongue, kissing my balls and my inner thigh. She rose for a momentand said, "Now, you do me Danni."Grace crawled up toward my head, her cock sliding along my tummy, untilher crotch was just over my mouth. As she lowered herself down towardme, my tongue darted eagerly from my mouth, flicking at her hairypussy, barely able to reach as she hovered above me, the sweetfragrance of Grace's vagina.