"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 girlfriend 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. 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, japan but "job" is not usually one of them. "Thanks!" I reply. The handsome man stares at me critically, then makes asian a grab for my crotch. "Kroist, you're a sheila! It's a shiela!" he exclaims in disgust, and the little one says, "Kroiky, them boobs is the ryal thing!" with an air of appreciation. "Git lost, ya stiypid cunt", the real man says, as he plunges his tongue back down the little one's throat. Ah well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Alone with the elevator operator on the way back down, I catch him staring at my breasts. My nipples are hard from the cool wind up top. "All right," I smile, and he seems surprised as I slip his hand inside my top. My trip to the Arc de Triomphe is not a complete waste, I think, as I make my way towards my ultimate destination - the Tour Eiffel (toor ee-fell). Walk along the Avenue Kleber (don't worry, it's not a French word, so you can pronounce it any way you please) to the Palais du Chaillot (pal-ay doo shy-oh), and from there across the bridge to the Champs de Mars (shons duh mar) and the tower. You're now ready to pick up the bloke for the magical blowjob! You may choose to settle for one of the Algerians selling trinkets, scarves and carpets at the foot of the bridge, but don't be fooled by that old saying about the size of all black men - these are Algerians, not Americans. See my article, "Travels with Tessa: Going Down in Dixie", where I sample much of the population of the American south. As an experiment in japanese socio-biology, I made it a point of saying to my amateur black lovers, "My, you're hung bigger than an Algerian!" and every single one of them replied, "Damn straight!" I concluded from that that American blacks are well aware of their differences with their Northern African cousins. But back to Paris. Sauntering towards the tower, keep your eyes open for likely candidates. I find one man who looks particularly appealing. I approach him, and make the offer. He glances nervously at a woman standing about six feet (or 1.829 metres, as the French would say) away, with three children. She rushes over, and starts yammering away in French too fast for me to comprehend, accompanied by wild gestures, but I think it meant that they were busy. Donna pulls Eddy into a big hug and kiss. Only then did Sadie finally look up and meet his gaze. 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Her pale face, although marred by the ruined make-up, was otherwise clean and unblemished, her high cheekbones drawing down to a slender jaw and her narrow nose centered perfectly in her face. Cindy. “Right here baby,” girlfriend she said, and she patted her cunt with a wet sound, “just like Mommy did for you.” He had already decided on the hirings. I know we've never talked about it before, but I do consider myself bisexual. The Paragon roared, her entire body shook. I petted her and rubbed her ears gently while she wagged and licked my face, barking happily a few I battled with the plush bed, struggling to hoist myself out so that I could march down to the parlor and… and do what, exactly? “It doesn’t need to be his birthday with that one. "Yeah, um, I'll be there tomorrow, and we'll figure it out. When we arrived she immediately jumped up and started asian hugging us with excitement. Ashley and Arnold Metcalfe are a happily married couple in their mid thirties. “And maybe even caught me being very naughty with my clothes off?” she probed. Gina was now rolling out of bed when she saw Heather drying herself. He moved it slowly in and out a few times before adding a second finger, then a third.