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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 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 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 hentai la la - but lahk zees one," pointing to another nude who is clearly less excited 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 anime 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 cartoon 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. tits The animation cutie breaks the kiss and stares at me. He/she reaches out and squeezes my left boob. "Oy, noice job, myte!" he exclaims. I've heard my titties called many things in my day, but "job" is not usually one of them. "Thanks!" I reply. The handsome man stares at me critically, then makes a grab for my crotch. "Be my guest. Just before Miss Julie's office animation was a hallway. Suppose, the room was totally dark and they can't see each other. At home one morning, following a coffee and “massage” at the fitness center, Cindy found a teenager knocking at her door looking to mow lawns. Jill said that she was frustrated with the college kids and she would help to look in every room to get them moving out the door. You notice me across the bar, you smile, I smile back and I ask the bartender to send you a drink over with� a key card to room 6969 with a note saying get your sexy kinky ass outside� � that room in 15 minutes. She wanted to keep bucking, to force his cock into her vagina, to bring herself to release on her brother's erect tool. So I pulled it out, and l looked at the text from Cindy. “She is different, but she’s still Elena. 3))))))))))))))) Hopefully she would notice when she came out this morning. I told him again that I wasnt gay and did not want to swallow cum but he told me that I either do as I’m told or face the consequences. During one lull in her ministrations to me, she moved back to rest and cuddled up with Gracie. My cum fired. The smell of Halvatia's cooking snapped Tom Crafton back to reality. Sit down, we don’t have much time. ‘It’s just so dirty, filthy.’ She moved further down, then back up and started to ride Cato. She smirked, pressing firmly against his hole just not quite enough to gain entry. I stopped in front of her and scanned her body once again. She had hundreds of erotic stories on her tablet, which had been stolen five months ago. I said that we are certainly willing to work around their college schedules. My sister's face lit up with a big smile, and she gave me a big hug. “Close that door. They sure don’t do a good job of hiding that fat cock of hers. My girl-dick throbbed. We laughed as she turned and tits walked away. The tip pulsed in my mouth. Her pussy really was tight I noted as my large cock stretched it out after it found its way in. 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