It was amazing that we didn’t cause an accident. Just north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a fair size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French toilets. There’s nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hole in the floor. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the first time that I’d seen one of indian those and Jon said that he thought that they’d become extinct years ago. Squatting down to have a pee like that reminded me of the time arabian that Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I’d just got into mid flow when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the grass. I’m sure that Jon did it on purpose. That night we had our last night on French amateur soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon’s arms. I don’t know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn’t hide much of her lovely breasts, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. I arabian started crying. “I don't even know your first name!” Miranda giggled. From off in the distance she heard the mother’s voice, “Fiona, are you spying? It had been her room a long time. Her arms around my neck, legs around my hips, she clung to me as I thrust into her. Ava's greedy hands grabbed my butt-cheeks. Nothing is more special to me than master’s cock. “Can I share you with my best friend?” I love my indian life. The innkeeper was a dwarf, and I instantly liked him. We’re good friends. When she pulled her head back to look into my face she wasn’t amateur upset nor was she hurt at my reaction, she saw my tears and bent to kiss my eyes, she whispered to me, soothing and gentle, “It’s okay, love, I understand, go to sleep.”