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I depart the Metro at Les Halles (lay zall), as did most of the men on the train. Always the gentlemen, they insist that I go up the amateurs stairs before them - and even wait until I am five or ten steps up before they begin to follow. The Louvre is one of the highlights of Paris. Not only is it the home of much of the world's best art, it's also alive with Paris' best and brightest aspiring artists copying the masters for practice. While admiring a nude, I am approached by a young fellow who engages me in a fascinating conversation about the way the Cuckold artist has captured the skin tones on the model's nipples, and enlightening me on the courage of the artist in foregoing the traditional fig leaf, to paint the vagina in all its splendid detail. I'll never look at a vagina the same way again. He tells me he knows of some other full-frontal nudes in a gallery closed to the public, and asks if I'd like to see them. "Oh, oui! (oh wee)" I exclaim, and in seconds we are in a locked room, surrounded by some of the most exquisite pussy ever painted. Pointing at one that I thought was brilliant, my new friend declares it amateurish mom and unrealistic. "Zere are too many leetle folds - no wooman 'as zat much peenk!" he pontificates. Thrilled with the intellectual debate I have become engaged in, I attempt to prove to him that he is wrong. "Look!" I say, lifting the hem of my skirt and pulling apart the sides of my crotchless panties, "don't I look just like that?" His answer startles me: "oh, non! Yours is - shav-ed, oh la la - but lahk zees one," pointing to another nude who is clearly less excited MILF than our subject snatch. Quickly sensing the problem, I enlighten him by beginning to masturbate. He sees my point, and in a fit of intellectual stimulation, rushes to my aid. Soon, his fingers are all over my spreading snapper. I begin to look a lot like the pussy in the painting. "Steel not zere!" he declares, casting his critical eye back and forth between my dripping sex and the masterpiece. He yanks out his French stick, and plunges it deep inside me. He pumps me like a man lost in the desert with nothing to live on but potato chips suddenly finding a well at an oasis. When he spurts inside me (don't forget to wear your diaphragm in Paris) and pulls out hastily, he gazes again at my vagina and at the one in the painting. "Madame," he concedes with a bow, "you are correct." From the Louvre, stroll through the Jardin des Tuileries (zhar-dan day twee-le-ree) and onto the Champs Elysees (shons ay-lee-say), remembering to tug your skirt down every few steps - or if necessary, pull your stockings up. Stop for a late lunch at any one of the myriad bistros and cafes along the way. I've found that if you let the surly French waiters know that it's okay to touch your breasts, they usually lose the attitude, and you can often get a free refill on the glass of excellent Chardonnay (shar-don-nay). Next, move on to the Arc de Triomphe (arc duh tree-omp). One of the highlights of the Arc is the view from the top, which is often enhanced by the sight of honeymooning lovers embracing by the wall, with the splendors of Paris arrayed below them. On this particular late afternoon, I am lucky enough to find the crowds have thinned, and there is only one couple making out in the corner. Sensing an opportunity for a true Parisian adventure, I approach them cautiously. A handsome man is French-kissing his lover. To my surprise, I find that the cute little one in the short skirt, with exquisite hair and makeup, is also a man! But I decide to take a chance. Menage a trois? (m'nazh a twa)" I ask. The cutie breaks the kiss and stares at me. mature He/she reaches out and squeezes my left boob. "Oy, noice job, myte!" he exclaims. I've heard my titties called many things in Blowjobs my day, but "job" is not usually one of them. "Thanks!" “Yes, sir. I have some ideas for you to act out mature . . . I was sure “the others” had Joey suck them hard and they just entered, pounded his ass, got themselves off and left him used and unsatisfied. My hands came up to my face and repeatedly made fists, over and over. “Are you MILF going to fuck me whilst I’m ‘under’?” “You’ll see her soon enough,” I replied. The end of the week is fine." She hasn’t had enough to drink so her fluids are tangy sweet as the odor fills the air. She gasped and held her hips still as I worked a finger into her as I absently stroked my cock into her pussy. Brad knew her life as a teenager was about to end, she Cuckold was destined to be part of the amateurs house décor until she left for college. I head over to the bathroom to freshen up. Unfortunately, mom I think my daughter Robin is going to have my built. "Oh, my God! They took Blowjobs hold of her wrists and within moments her arms was locked in front of her. She felt equal parts guilt and arousal go through her brain as she frantically manipulated her clitoris. The head of it was inactive, but the tail was pressed against the uterine wall, and was forming a connection between the human tissues of Leesa's uterus and the alien tissues requiring what she had to give. The two collapsed on the floor as his cock continued to fill her ass. ‘Look at the stain you left on my trousers, you dirty slut!’