Your apology is accepted and I hope you will accept mine.”I nodded. “I need another drink.” I stood, turned and walked to my open window.“Penn....” I looked back over my shoulder. “Would you bring a glass for me too?”“What would you like.”“The same as you.”A couple of minutes later I brought out the two glasses and put one on my table then went to my railings. She still stood exactly as before.“You want me to drink it for you?”“No, give it to me.” The distance between our balconies was about a. For my birthday, Joe had bought me a computer, and the internet was awash with my naked tit-less torso, and bald cunt, well there are few girls with tits and hair on their cunts at twelve, unless they have a hormone problem.I was getting impatient, all the noise and jocularity around us, and Joe lent in, 'Do you like your pressy Mariel', he asked me, he was drunk, and the big white beard was covering my face, while his hand settled on my bare thigh, under the short hem that was an inch from my. But it didn't open. She didn't know how much longer she could last without cumming.Miserably frustrated, the horny mother turned off the TV and went into the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed with the same as she opened the cabinet under the sink and reached for the vibrator.Her husband had given it to her as a joke a long time ago, and Janet had hardly used it since. Ordinarily, she preferred a good finger on her clit while jacking off. But without her son's big cock inside her, Janet longed for. You write the script, and I’ll get it made. I bet if we put our minds to it we could make a classic.’ I just shut up and let him enthuse. No way in hell was I pissing a million dollars away on something we knew nothing about. Maybe it would be out of his system by the time we got to France. It was warm, the girls pretty and willing, the wine excellent. We pulled our third set of girls in four days, cute little Aubrey Hepburn lookalikes. They couldn’t speak English, and I knew just enough French.
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