I turned off the telly. I'd had enough of myself, as I'd been. "What anarsehole." She looked like I'd slapped her. "Me." I waved at the TV."Him." A si...gh. "Too much money, to many people telling me, him howamazing he was. Too young for it all. What a stupid waste."Purity didn't say anything to that, but she reached over and squeezed myhand. Holding hands felt good, we did it quite a lot - when we got thechance - after that."Do you think we'll ever be forgiven?" she'd asked one morning. Therewas. I licked the stream up to her neck and we embraced in a deep passionate kiss. Tongues swirling, her weight grinding onto my lap, my cock felt like it would explode soon. I pushed her back and stood, releasing my pants and letting the drop to them floor. I undid my shirt and tie but she couldn't wait and immediately took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Kneeling in front of me she looked awesome. Her tits swung gently in time with her strokes and I could see the pink thong rise. So, she only looked spectacular, not totally remarkable like usual. We taxied over from the Lutetia in the 6th, to the Bristol in the 8th.The Bristol is a true Paris Grande Dame with all of the luxury features that you would expect from an Inter-War landmark. Epicure, which was the restaurant I where was supposed to meet my contact, isn’t the classic mahogany and private booth restaurant that you might think. Instead it had a light and airy feel with huge floor to ceiling windows that opened. The soft music soothed John's nervousness. It had been a week since he had watched Thomas make love to his wife. It still seemed like a dream. Yet there they were, holding each other and kissing in the middle of the crowded club. It was almost surrealistic to watch them glide around the floor. He could see Thomas's hands as they caressed Amy's thinly covered ass cheeks. The strobe lights flashed as the band played "Moon River."Amy and Thomas walked back to the table holding hands. Thomas let.