She had just met this guy and now she was gagging on his cock. “What a slut!” she thought. Her cunt was very wet now. It was literally flowing. He... pulled his cock out of her mouth and started to kiss her deeply. The E was flowing though her. His mouth felt magnificent. She reached down and moved her hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Stroking and caressing it, feeling the thickness. What a sensation!Suddenly he stopped kissing me and grabbed my waist and pulled me to my feet. He slowly. That was my first experience of Paris.I had spent a year living in la Bourgogne, (which now considers itself partof real France) and was due to meet with Serge, the son of a teacher calledLaurence, who I had made friends with in Beaune. At least that was what Iwas told.Laurence had, quite sensibly, as soon as she had learnt to drive, persuadedher Papa to give her some money, bought a car and fled Paris with nointention of ever returning. It was Laurence who had told me how the restof the. I wish I had tits like that." she said as she removed her hand.I looked down at her hefty C cups and replied, "What's wrong with the ones you've got?"She smiled, pulled her own top up, "Nothing really, at least for now. By the time I'm seventy they'll be sagging down around my knees."I had to laugh! I also found myself wanting to touch them. She must have sensed it. "Go ahead. touch 'em. They won't bite." Tentatively, I reached out cupping one, letting my fingers trace around her nipple. She. It’s office protocol.’ ‘Be a rebel Doug. Use the f-word about protocol and give me a piece of advice to convince me to hire you as my consultant.’ ‘You appoint professional people, you don’t hire them.’ ‘Are we to quibble over wording?’ Billie said easily and Doug grinned. ‘I can see why my mother likes your writing. You have quite a way with you. Okay, my thinking is sell your oil shares will oil is sky oil. They will fall and probably very heavily at the next downturn and the last sector in.