I was filled with nervous excitement when I knocked on his door. Mike greeted me with a warm smile and invited me in. He was a handsome middle eastern... man.Once inside his place, Mike knew it was my first time and suggested I got undressed and layed face down on the massage table. I felt so shy, and didn't look up, I just got naked and layed down. He got undressed also, my heart was racing! He began rubbing my back and ass, his hands felt amazing as they explored my body. I surprised my self by. "Yes maybe," I said noncommitedly and started to go back inside. "Don't mind my husband," said Mandy. "He's a bit shy sometimes. We'd love to go clubbing with you. We're busy tonight but maybe another evening." "Wonderful," said Marie. "We'll give you a few French experiences you may not have come across in England." Inside the apartment I asked Mandy, "What do you think you're doing? We've never met these people before." "So what?" she asked. "You wanted us to have a sex-filled holiday. I'm. "I'll join you as soon as I duck your clothes in the laundry trough to soak", he said.They took it in turn to share the soap. He would soap her, lift and soap her tits and cover that hairy triangle with suds so it was more white than dark brown. She in turn pulled and massaged his cock and balls till he was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. Dried they manoeuvred themselves into the bedroom. "Lubricate it", he gasped. She went down and sucked till his cock was covered in saliva. He then. Desperate for respite from these punishing wads of man-milk I tugged down on him, taking a tit-jiggling nut-missile right between my breasts, my bra actually snapping from the sheer impact. The hooks and loops whipped dangerously to the side but harmlessly fell as my soaked, ruined boulder-holder hit the ground. I made the mistake of staring down when this happened and caught another batter bomb to the face, masking the whole left side of my head, dripping thick and hot in my hair, clotting up.