There wasstill enough mounded shape to signify femininity, just a more joyousnatural bounce. The muumuu hung almost to mid calf so there was a lot ofs...wishing activity as I walked. With the coming warmth of this Parisianmorning, my body adored the cool breezes which blew up my skirt andacross my scoop necked bodice. I felt like a school girl, playing hookyfrom her bra and girdle. Quite delicious!I languidly strolled towards the Rue de Rennes. If I saw a boutique whichlooked interesting I would. ?Before you can think the answer over your desires take over, ‘I’m willing?.He reaches down and hands you a bag. He tells you there are instructions in the bag, and to follow them. With that he leaves the bar??.You finish your drink as you think about what happened. You are dying to look in the bag, but you don’t want to open it in a public bar so you head to the Ladies restroom. There is no one in there so you lock yourself in a cubicle, sit down and open the bag.On the top is a note which. Marcus groaned, “Fuck Kathy, you’re so tight.”I was so hot now all I wanted to do was cum on his thrusting cock, “Fuck me like you own me,” I begged.“Whose pussy is this?” he whispered into my ear as he thrust deeper and harder into me.I moaned in ecstasy, “It’s yours baby, it’s yours.”Marcus began thrusting harder and deeper; pinching and squeezing my breasts and nipples. “Oh god Kathy, you married fucking whore, I’m going to cum in you!”I was on the verge of orgasm myself and I moaned loudly,. Harley finished his food and stood up. He walked to the bedroom door and turned to look back at us. He said, "Come on." Then turned and went into the bedroom. He was taking his clothes off as she scuttled into the room behind him. She started to close the door and Harley told her to leave it opened."Oh, please Harley, I don't want them to see..."Harley laughed and said, "Hell, they've all seen a woman get fucked before. Now leave the door open and get on over here."We couldn't see the action.