." I bet you swallow in your fantasies. Do you think about him fucking you too?" interrupted Isabelle. She put her hand on my naked bottom. "Does he g...ive you a good pounding? WELL?"Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe she wanted more. "Y-yes." I sniffed."YES WHAT?" Shrieked Isabelle into my face."YES, I like to imagine him fucking me and pounding into me!" I sobbed.I had never heard these fantasies come out of my mouth before, and now I was telling them to these two I felt ashamed and. We all had a different seafood dish and all were delicious. We went down to the harbor and looked longingly at some of the large motor yachts there.Instead of returning to the hotel we decided to go on to Cannes, now only an hour and a bit away. The girls wanted to walk the boulevard la Croisette and see the beaches there. Febe and Luciana both bought some new sunglasses that made them look like movie stars. We swam at the beach, just so we could say we did. Febe was right, most of the young. They were married in a simple ceremony, Daniel having changed his last name to Taylor, and spent their first night of matrimony with Gwen holding him all night to fight the horrid tremors which wracked his body.He found a job with a local production plant in the bookkeeping department. It paid reasonably and that combined with the at-home baking business that Gwen started and the nest-egg Robert had provided, enabled them to live comfortably.They began role playing in the bedroom with Daniel. Helene smiled and said thank you while Henry asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I said no, but he disappeared into another division and came back with a bottle of champagne. He opened it and poured us all a glass and then he lifted his own glass and said “to being young and wicked and willing to fuck!” I was not sure of that toast but I sipped the champagne anyway. After a while, I felt a little big self conscious as we were just sat there sipping champagne so as to make conversation I.