The waiter carded Annette that embarrassed her to death but at least we found she was legal. We had been right…she was nineteen. Rather than get shit faced with any hard liquor we decided on wine. We sipped and chatted with her about everything under the sun. She had had a boyfriend back in her home town but didn’t want any more to do with him. Apparently he was too cheap to spend any money at all on her and that pissed her off. Her English was pretty good for a girl her age. It is a required language from an early grade on so the students will be prepared to be able to use the language of commerce when they graduate or go on to higher learning. Nick and I were looking at each other wondering how we were going to get this gal back to our hotel and into our bed. I’m sure he was picturing burying his horse cock in her tight young pussy. Mom looked at the two of us and simply knew what was going through our minds. She was thinking the same things.
Dinner was superb and I could see when Annette was ordering hers her eyes were flashing back and forth from the entrée to the price columns. I put a stop to it by asking the waiter what the specialty of the house was.
He pointed it out and I said, “Annette, do you like that?”
She nodded yes and I told the waiter to bring us four dinners of it. It was pressed duck and was magnificent.
We finished off dinner with a couple of cognacs and by then none of us were feeling any pain. We were far from drunk but I could see that Annette was getting warm and cuddly. Perfect.
Nick made the offer, “Hey, how about we go to our hotel and see the room for which they charged enough to pay off France’s national debt?”
Mom and I jumped at the offer knowing where we were hoping it would lead. Annette joined in just to see what a huge suite in this fancy hotel would look like.
It was magnificent. It was a huge sitting room with a humongous TV and wonderful mini bar. The bathroom was so large you could have parked a car in it. All in all, a very nice place to spend the night. Nick went to the mini bar and found four bottles of the wine we had been drinking and served them to us on a very nice silver tray. Class, nothing but class. But, the $64 question was whether or not we were going to be able to introduce Annette to sex with the three of us. We were damn sure going to try.
Jeannie found what looked to be a sure-fire way. Porn TV channels are far more common in Europe than they are here in the States and when mom flipped on the giant set the first thing showing up were two gals and a guy going at it. One gal was eating out the other and the guy was fucking the pussy of the gal doing the eating.
Nick couldn’t resist, “That guys cock is so small the gal getting laid probably can’t even feel it.”
I had to jump in with, “Not many guys have a cock your size Nick.”
Mom asked Annette if she ever had a gal eat her pussy and Annette gasped answering no.
Mom went on with her questioning asking her if she fucked her boyfriend very often. Annette responded with, “Jeannie, I don’t ask you how often you have sex. Why are you asking me that?”