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Lorraine started:

"I was careless, I thought for sure I was beyond child bearing years. I don't have to tell you that all a guy has to do is smile at me and I'm on my back or on my knees.

"I don't even remember his name. It was just one night, in the little village of Frontenac, that's why I gave her that family name.

"I lived in Paris and that's where Margeaux was born. I did the best I could raising her, but it was and is my nature like I said to fuck anyone with a dick.

"Margeaux took after me. She no sooner turned eighteen, and by then I was over sixty, that she was fucking all the neighborhood boys. Worse, she was fucking guys that I brought home; sometimes in my bed while I was at work or shopping. More than once, I came home and she was on her back with a guy I'd fucked that morning on top of her.

"She was just as gorgeous at eighteen as she is now, and you know how men are? They just couldn't say no.

"This seemed to happen at least once a month. Finally, I'd had enough, and sent her to the states for schooling. I'm surprised she turned out as successful as she has. I thought for sure that by the time she was twenty, I'd be a grandmother.

"I'd counsel you to stay away from her, but I know she's like me and Helen and Louise. You don't have to tell me; her pussy and her mouth are irresistible. You don't have to tell me she's a good fuck, I know. And I'm just as certain my daughter is a great cocksucker, like her mother and her aunts.

"Speaking of cocksucking," Lorraine reached under the blankets, "it seems like you're just about ready." She went down on me.

I didn't see Margeaux the whole time I was in Paris. I did see the top of her mother's head, the ceiling of her apartment and the view of her seventy-year-old body when I was holding her ankles and fucking her was not as bad as you might think.

I met Margeaux at Charles de Gaulle for the flight home. "Sil, after banging my mother's old pussy, I'll bet your looking forward to some young, sweet pussy."

"I suppose you're talking about yours," I laughed.

"Of course. Frenchmen know how to eat pussy, but they aren't the best fucks. I need your cock; my pussy needs your cock. Instead of flying home, why don't we go to the French Riviera for a few days? Sil, my pussy is begging for your cock, please."

THE END

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