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Denis went to his hotel.Silkie had to run a few errands. She went to his room two hours later. Denis had already finished most of a bottle of wine.
"You know I'm the kind of man who has a hard time getting hard after I've been drinking, Silkie..."
"Denis, I love you hard or soft, lover. I 'm going to take off my clothes for you. No, I don't have a body like I did when I was eighteen.....................do you like to see it? Do you?"
"The sight of you nude haunts me, Silkie. Your neck, your back shoulders, your mouth and chin, the curve of your ass, the shape of your lovely cunt...................I don't have words for that anymore..seeing you naked enchants me, is that a good phrase? I am like the boys in the stories you tell."
" Denis, you seem so sad today. I want to talk to you, I want my words to cheer you. If I could get you to show me how you play with your lovely cock, while I tell you this, that would really make me happy. I would rather do that than fuck a hundred guys..."
"You were asking me to tell you about the first time that I tasted a boy?"

"Well, there a couple of times........... Okay, Rachel and I were playing from the time we were so little.........and we both figured out that we liked to masturbate and kiss and pee on each other..........it took us a while to start going down on each other..........but yeah, we started doing that a lot when I was twelve..........my mom had told me a lot about sex and so I was really interested and curious.........Denis, to be honest............ I was kind of fucked up about it, I guess you could say, even though I had never been abused........my father left me alone, never touched me, even though I was climbing all over him when I was five, six, seven, eight........I knew he got boners from it, and I liked to tease him to see if I could make him get one and I taught this to Rachel.................but he never........he was the coolest dad in the world .......I caught him and mom fucking once............and that was exciting................but I heard them a lot more than that...........they really loved each other and they had sex a lot..............and sometimes..........I would lie next to the closed door of their bedroom and listen.........and my mom is not a quiet person anyway, but she let it all go when she was getting laid..........she would be talking to dad, all kinds of sex stuff I didn't quite understand, but it was clear to me it had something to do with his weiner, and even to think about that when I was little was so exciting.....when they were fucking, mom was yelling and shouting and making so much noise........... I could hear her downstairs..................but my favorite place was on my back, right next to their bedroom door, with my hand between my legs One time, when I was seven, I think, my mom caught me outside their room..........I thought I was in so much trouble, and I was, but mostly mom used this as a time to talk about sex and bodies and privacy...."

"Denis, don't unzip by yourself..let me feel you in your pants...............ooohhhh that is how sex started for me.........with boys, anyway..........you know what I like to see..........."
" An old man masturbating? I would think that would make you laugh........."
"Not you love, not if it's you..........I get all gushy when I watch you......."
"I'm going to tell you about blowing some boys, but Denis, I really want to blow you.."..............
Silkie knelt, rubbed his now erect penis on her cheek and her lips along the underside.............
"God, I love you so much......."

This was the moment when the December light from the west just filled the room, adding a chiaroscuro effect to the already supercharged atmosphere. Silkie stood in the center of that mixture of light and deep shadow, every hair and every freckle clearly delineated,
His mouth was dry with anticipation. It was as if he had never been with a woman before. Her hair was normally a brownish red, but in this light, it was glowing. She was not acting. she was not a stripper performing. Her actions were simple and quick. Shirt over her head and off.
" Do you like what you see?"
Silkie was standing in the light in her bra and jeans. Denis was trying to stroke himself slowly. Perhaps because she was a short woman with a large bosom, she did not normally wear clothing that showed any cleavage, but Denis had the feeling that he was seeing the shape and contour of her breasts for the first time.
In his mind's eye, she was forever nineteen, forever captured in that painterly light, reaching behind her in the iconic female gesture of unclasping her bra. He thought:
"I don't know what is going to happen to me, or to us, but I am going to hold this picture so close to my heart"

" I can see you like them. You grew about 4 inches there big boy," laughing, hugging and kissing him, taking his hands and putting them on her.
"Oooooh this is going to be nice"
"Let me get these jeans off and I want to tell you something."

It was as if this was the very first woman who had ever been sexual with him, going right back to Catholic School in Lille, first grade.

" I like to watch you"

Denis was feeling a bit more relaxed now but not much. Silkie was a woman whose breasts moved gently from side to side when she walked. Denis found this to be so incredibly erotic now that the parameters of their relationship had forever changed. She enjoyed the attention to her breasts. She held them in her hands and turned around.
"Do you think they are pretty or just too big and goofy looking on my body?"
"Come over here and let me see"
She was standing next to him. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her in.
" Those are the loveliest titties I've ever seen. All I want to do is just kiss them and love them."
Silkie lifted her right breast, put it close to his face.
" Would you kiss my nipple, please?"
Her nipple, her breast, and her other nipple were in his mouth.
She dropped her hand down to touch him..
" Mmmmmmmmm. oooooooh that feels so nice. I love the way you kiss me, I can feel it all the way down to my buzzer when you do that, Denis...... . That is so sexy for me, to watch you jacking yourself off like that while you are looking at me.. I love to watch you do that. I'd like to reach my hand over there and try to do that for you, but, as you can see my hand has disappeared between my legs, and you have been doing that since you were a little boy I'm sure, so that makes you the expert."
When she laughed Denis felt an emotion that transcended the burgeoning feeling of lust in his prostate, testicles, and brain. He was completely in love with her. They had been lovers for a while....but.....each time she found another way to open his heart.

"I want to get these pants off. Would you unbutton my jeans, there?"
She just let the jeans fall and in the space of Denis' heartbeat, they were puddled around her shoes. She reached down, shoes gone. Thumbs in her waistband, the panties joined the jeans in the puddle. A graceful little kick and she was naked in the afternoon light.
"Wow, you are staring holes in me......... I know you've seen one before, but I like it when you look at me that way, you look like you want to eat me for dinner."
"Do you like my pussy? Do you like looking at this old woman's pussy?"
She fluffed her hand through her curls.
She turned around, showing him her ass, still shapely at thirty-eight..........
"Do you like that too?"
She turned again.
"Put your face right here." touching her bush. " Smell me."

"Denis, I'm going to tell you this story.....please stroke yourself so I can see it..........yeah.oooooooooooohhh like that....come here and lie down next to me on the bed............."

" I was f******n.........do you remember I told you about when I was with those two boys when I was in eighth or ninth grade? I was starting to get into sex then, though I was still a virgin.........this was after I had this really intense thing with this boy at a swimming pool the summer I was thirteen...........I tried to suck his dick, but it was too big and he didn't know what he was doing, so we did some other stuff.............I took my clothes off and masturbated for him..............that was the first time I ever did anything like that...............he jacked off, came, and I tasted it a little..............I thought it was hot to see, but the taste was.................gross is the word I think we used then............."


"What I really liked was when I could take over when I could get a boy to do what I told him..................not every boy liked that, but some did................and this is a story about one of those boys:
"There was a boy in my ninth grade biology class............he was sweet; glasses, braces, zits, big nose, not too big, nerdy, smart, funny, really into music............kind of like me, I thought..but I was obnoxious and he wasn't................most girls did not give him a second look, but you know, Silkie was a little different...I know I'm not the only one, but when I was that age, I thought I was the ugliest little freak in the world, all I thought about was classical music. opera and sex..........and the sex stories about me were going around the school...so on top of everything else, I was a slut, too..."
"Okay, Rachel was in seventh grade, a very early maturing well developed twelve-year-old, almost thirteen, and she was different too... a piano wizard even then........later on we figured out that we were both bi, and we both liked to play dom and sub-games that involved pee..................but we didn't quite have that understanding then."
" Rachel and I had quite a few conversations about cocks and cock sucking...we were getting to be experienced lovers for each other by this time........we both wanted to do it, but my one experience at age thirteen was so icky, I didn't know what to do next...........not that that stopped me, of course.........".
"I told Rachel about Bruce. I thought he liked me....and that was important. We didn't share everything, but one afternoon, after we had been "fooling around", that is what we called it when we had our clothes off and were on top of each other. A few weeks before, we had figured out how to make each other come with our tongues and our fingers............we were just laying there, catching our breath.................. I started talking to her:
"Ray, have you ever sucked a boy's dick?"
""No! God! Syl, I'm twelve years old!"
"Would you like to?"
"Well sure, I mean yeah, that sounds pretty sexy, but I'm.................... Syl, I'm just barely kissing boys now...I'm not ready for anything like that............"
"I've been thinking about it a lot............ever since I almost did it last summer..........."
"Oh, that time with Steve?"
"Yeah, we were really close.............he actually had it in my mouth..........."
" Yeah, Syl, you told me about a hundred times..................."
"I didn't like that at all, but now I want to try it again.........."
" How come? It doesn't sound like too much fun to me............for the girl that is...he shoves his thing in your mouth and........fucks your mouth? Shoots his stuff in your mouth? I'm sorry, Syl, but yuck................that just sounds so gross to me............"
" Yeah, I used to think that too, but..........I think I know how to make it different.................sometimes when I am kissing a boy............ I told you this, but anyway.......I put my hand right down on his dick in his pants, rub him there and say all kinds of stuff to him................. I sometimes get his dick out now, try to make him get a boner..........Ray, that is really fun when they get all excited...but there is this boy in the choir that I like, he is so sweet and funny, I think he likes me, but .......................he has no idea ......"

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Adolf Hitler – August 1944 “Defend Paris to the last, destroy all bridges over the Seine and devastate the city.” A black and white film titled “Is Paris Burning” is a quasi-documentary produced as a French/American project about the liberation of Paris in August 1944 by the French Resistance and the assistance of Free French Forces during World War II. If you are an Amazon Prime member, you can watch this film for free. There are multiple street scenes of Paris spliced into the film...

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An Evening in Paris

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A BiAmerican in Paris Ch 11

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