The drive was short and the view of the mountains spectacular, Jean-Claude mostly silent except for an occasional Gallic cuss when the bus’s wheels got into a rut or a hole on the bumpy road, but I saw him giving me a few approving glances. I’ve always liked Jean-Claude. That’s on until everyone knows everyone, if you know what I mean?” Honi giggled, as her eyes lit up. “Yes, of course, but everyone knows I’m on vacation and better not phone me unless someone’s dying!” I giggled. Rocky had a very long, talented tongue. I’ve always liked Jean-Claude. Not only was he lapping at her lips and clit but every few strokes his tongue disappeared inside her pussy, and Bee just went crazy thrusting and carefully pulling Rocky’s ears trying to get him deeper. I slipped out of my travel-stained jean shorts and cropped blouse. He took me by the hand and led me through a pair of bat winged doors. Her eyes were green and intelligent, but her breasts, in keeping with a young girl look, were small. “Tonight anything goes, nothing’s set, but tomorrow we have a full day of events and exhibitions. Both Jean-Claude and I were breathing heavily. I made my way to her booth, and pushed her Dalmatian, Domino, out of the way before sitting down.
