Hello, my parents called me Christian.
I am 22 years old and have just finished my studies.
Throughout my BTS in computer science, thanks to my pretty face, I had many exclusively female adventures.
I had a homosexual experience, but it was quickly interrupted.
The male sexes in my mouth or in my ass very little for me.
It was a binge night when the girls were missing.
Apart from one that was fuckable the rest were far from worthy of a hunk like me.
I was sitting in an armchair waiting for the moment when our eyes would meet.
It was one of my dredge techniques.
Be patient, one look, the prey either succumbed, or turned its head in a disdainful way, it matched or it broke.
It was when I was going fishing that a fashion engraving passed in front of me breaking the expected effect.
In pink, a real Turkish delight.
He sat on the armrest putting his cock to me, well drawn by his ultra tight was at mouth level.
When I could see the little one again, I saw her leave with another fop that I had noticed on the sofa in this living room.
In the ass, especially not the penis of this PD, but the part of legs in the air hoped for.

• You are beautiful, you come to my place, I live one floor above.

I got up without a word and under the disdainful gaze of the one I would have or motherfucker or, no, surely not, I'm straight.
I leave the evening.
That evening white cabbage, but the next day I met the bitch who came in my ax.
I skipped it for three days.
I fucked her in all these holes, she loved anal sex.
It's weird, I was able to dip my cock in the anus of the girls, but in that of my homo's little ass yesterday, it was impossible for me.

For three days, because the fourth I was taking the plane to New York.
New York to celebrate my success in my BTS before starting at the end of the year in a box where I had done an internship and which had appreciated my dynamism.
My parents had very little means and it was Grandfather Christophe on his deathbed who had given me a small prize.
He had been in the navy and had been around the world with the training ship Jeanne d'Arc.
He wanted me to redo his American stops and that if I could in one or two cities, I try to find his former conquests.
It was the case in Baton Rouge in Louisiana, a called Dee Edward was one.
He had his blurry photo on his nightstand, as it was transplanted onto a slide while Dee was with her sister on the platform when the virgin left.
This is what Grandfather Jacques called this French officer training ship.
Despite the quality of the shot, I could see that my grandfather had good taste, the little one was horny.
New York where I get a motorhome giving me better autonomy.
Direction, the State of Louisiana to get to Baton Rouge.
It was there that he had met him.
He had explained a few details to me, but when I arrived, Walou, the area had been renovated after Hurricane Isaac in 2012.
I resumed my journey towards Houston before continuing to Las Vegas.
I know, it's inland, but why on my road to Los Angeles, to finish in San Francisco, some games of roulette would be forbidden to me.

I have just left Lafayette as for the radio, the music stops for a news flash.
I am bilingual, I understand the information given by the speaker.
Tornadoes are expected to occur in the area.
I have seen images of these phenomena on TV in France.
I know some are so strong that they are able to lift semi-trailers.
Impossible to play with it.
Suddenly on long straight lines, the sky darkened and I see one trying to catch up with me.
There is a barn to the right of the road.
I stop and go to this barn.
It's my lucky day, tornadoes are frequent and I see metal plates on the ground.
I open an underground shelter.
I quickly remember my Beaver Juniors internship.
How long will I stay in this hole, I don't know.
In these situations, water is essential.
I return to the camper van to retrieve the water reserve on the fountain with the canister of around ten liters.

As the first squalls catch up with me and the rain pours down on me, I see a car, also trying to speed up the tornado.
I leave the canister near the door and I run towards these people in danger at the risk of my life.
They see me and stop.
I should say, she sees me and stops, because it's a woman coming down.
I take her in my arms and somehow I reach the barn door.

• Go for it and go down to this shelter, I collect the water.

I literally jump into this hole with the canister, when I see the car then the camper van fly away.
I manage to close the scrap trap blocking the assembly which starts to vibrate making a hell of a boom.
I hear the cracked barn wood.
It too must fly away.

The woman has come to her senses and turns on the lamp on her cell phone.
I see, a hole, a bench fixed in the wall and that's it.
I take off my clothes because we are soaked.
No need to catch death, I saw all my spare fly away.

• You are crazy, in front of a lady, get naked.
• I would be you, I would do as much you will catch death.
• You have an accent!
• I am French, my parents called me Christian.
• Chrissstiane.

She pronounces my name like an American.

• I am serious, you will catch death if we are there too long.
Turn it off will protect your modesty.

She does and after some rustling of wet clothes I feel her sitting down next to me.
Her thigh touches mine, she shivers.
I take my cell phone and switch on.
She put our clothes on the end of the bench, that's why she's stuck.

• Voyeur, you are very French.
• I was looking at our clothes, you did well to spread them out, they will dry.

I had time to watch a little, she is hot.
Definitely in her forties, but unlike most Americans who got big asses thanks to MacDonald, she's in for a damn.

• You are married.
• Yes, twenty years ago and I have two children boy and girl.
• The choice of the king.
• King's Choice!
• Yes, in France when you have a boy and after a girl, we say that we have this choice.
• My children with my husband we adopted them.
Here in America we have Indians without kings.

She has humor.

• I'm cold.
• The storm is raging, impossible to get out, come into my arm I'll warm you up.

She lets herself go when I put my arm around her.
My hand meets her breast, which quivers.
Definitely the cold.

• I am loyal to my husband, Chrissstiane.

Christian says with his accent, it makes me crack.
I take her hand and put it on my cock.

• Oh !
• Shuck.

Sorry, let's translate "sucks".

• No, not that.
• Suck, you'll like it.

The manners here seem different and the girls are reluctant to give blowjobs, but is it the fact that I'm French, she takes me in her mouth.
A little clumsy with her teeth at first, she takes the rhythm of oral sex and masturbation.
It is without the slightest problem and especially the slightest mood that she comes to sit on my cock kissing me full on the mouth.
Damn, she seems to have forgotten her tongue.

• When you kiss, put out your tongue, you'll see it's like the lollipop, it's much better.

She is listening, the fellatio must have made her see that the French can do it.
Once impaled, she struggles on my tail despite the smallness of the place, until we have a simultaneous orgasm.

In the hole, the tornado of our senses rages on while outside it seems to have calmed down.
I pull away, as best I can, because she sticks to me to believe that this is the first time she has had an orgasm.
I unlock the door and push to raise the iron trap.
It comes off a few centimeters, but nothing more.
I have time to see that it is daylight.
We are prisoners in this rat hole ...

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