Sex

As we walked up the gravel path to the pool, he stirred and woke. I was expecting him to be surprised – but he calmly climbed to his feet (allowing Juliya to feast her eyes on a very splendidly long cock swinging between his legs), wrapped a towel around himself and moved to us and greeted us.

He was French, but his English was impeccable. “Hello, I’m Paul, and this lazy young lady is my wife, Chloe.” He shook hands with me, kissed Juliya three times and then reached down and slapped his wife’s bum. “Wake up, cherie, we have company.”

Turning back to us, he said, “I hope you are not embarrassed. We did intend to be clothed when you arrived, but we were so tired after our drive from Paris that we both fell asleep.” By now Chloe had awoken and risen to face us – a VERY pleasant prospect. The front was just as perfect as the back, with wonderful breasts, perhaps D size, and a cute little thatch of red hair framing her pussy. Unlike her husband, she didn’t bother to cover herself before g