My name is Luke. I'm 22 days old, and I love to travel. My grandpa passed away when I was in high schooltime but he left behind a hazard in his will for his two kids, my begetter and my aunty. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in savings. However, I decided my tierce year of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a jumpy year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six years decided to give way things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to train a year off and devote meter to myself and cure. I quit my job, left school, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my savings was more than enough for me to travel across the globe and live comfortably for at to the lowest degree a year.

I started my grand go of the worldly concern, flying from CA to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the rural area, staying in hostels. I made supporter everywhere I went and did natural process like hiking, tenting, and expedition. I enjoyed Iceland, from the luxuriant verdure to the hot springiness, glaciers, and seeing the Northern spark.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Espana and traveled across the country. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the fourth dimension of my lifetime in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took quick trip-up over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to hitch a gear over to Anatole France and spend a week or so in City of Light. From Paris, I will head over to the seacoast and sojourn Nice and Monaco.

I spent time getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel tug and climbed it, went shopping, visited the fin, Notre Dame, and the Grand Palais. All within the low few twenty-four hours of my arrival. I made some friends at my hostelry that I stayed at. auberge were the outflank way to move around as they're very economic for lodging. They also provide people the unique opportunity to meet other fellow traveler from around the world.

Toward the end of my first week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the bozo that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rip motorcycle for the day for really good prices. With a little packsack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, telephone, map of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and of Paris, collation and urine. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to manoeuvre west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the surge hour in the metropolis and straits towards the outskirt. I don't have a destination in mind. I just want to go explore. After a couple hours on the route, I pull off the briny road and find a side street that leads into a small Greenwich Village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see humble dwelling, farms, and a big steeple in the essence of the Greenwich Village. The side road I'm on takes me into the inwardness of the village. It's almost a wraith Town as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French topical anesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it future to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the sole place in town that served food for thought.

I take a ripe look at the little piazza. It's two taradiddle. The initiative floor is the bakehouse and the second floor looks to be residential. Most in all probability the owner of the bakehouse lives on a higher floor. I read the sign that hangs high over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very lilliputian French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and fruit adjacent to the figure on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French people for bakeshop. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was favourable that most of the places I've stayed so far, quite a little of people spoke English and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at least 70 miles outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English language.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the smell of fresh croissants, chocolate, and Malva sylvestris welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the return, is a with child honest-to-god French peeress. She has a huge pan of fresh clams in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a with child wood burning oven.

"Bonjour."I reply back to her as I make my way over to the counter to get a look at what to eat.

I don't see any menus but it looks like virtually of the items for sale here are on display.

The peeress asks what I want to fiat in French, and I look at her, and tell her the only phrase I knew in French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The kind lady looks at me with a likeable smiling.

"Ahh ... sorry ? I no speak ... English people very good ... .order ?"

She has a compact stress that makes it hard for me to barely understand her incredibly throttle English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, wise tall mallow, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my work force that I want three of those crescent roll with a glass of piddle.

The variety lady smile and gives me a thumb up as she preps my order getting fresh croissants ready for me.

I take a behind across from the ordering area. The seats are limited and the tables are small-scale. The kind madam brings me a hurler of piddle. With the H2O, she also brings a fresh free cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her baking surface area. And that's when I take a really trade good feeling at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the name of the bakery. Olga is a enceinte, plunk mature woman looking to be in her of late sixties. She's curtly, about 5'2, with a fat belly and drum roll on her side of meat. She has short brunette tomentum with a hairnet on. Her chest are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can secernate she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's nerve is chubby with a double Kuki-Chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her branch, hands, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my care as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each step she takes. Olga has expectant granny panty on with a pair of flip flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the thought of getting down and ill-gotten with this fat granny has my pecker twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my nutrient and says something to me in French people with a grinning. I assume it was something along the strain of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the counter. Her grievous ass swaying back and forth. She was driving me crazy ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to jump out on her and clobber every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my stopcock deep inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her oral cavity as she takes invigorated roll out of the oven. I want her to see me stare at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye candy for me.

Here I am, a Lester Willis Young fit guy in my early 20, fantasizing about all the tight things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the middle of nowhere in a strange country. She must need me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this little bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panty ? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she need to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a husband or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the topical anaesthetic settlement whore. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone light access to just walk up derriere and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my nous as I ate my delicious croissants. I didn't make how athirst I was till I took that inaugural sharpness ! By the clock time I finish my dental plate, I decide I'm going to engage the chance and see if she's down to act with a young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the risky that can chance if my program fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to come to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and look down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her thick waistline as I grab the strap to her apron and untie them without any trouble. I reach below and I grope her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

To my amazement, Olga just giggles. She pulls herself away from me and takes off her apron. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large sag down breast that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her amphetamine physical structure, covered in pealing and belly fat. Her breasts have large ring of color and thick tit that are hard and stick out. Olga has a big grinning on her case, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a weighed down hard to understand accent mark.

I nod my pass as I take my workforce and reach out to snaffle her breasts. They're laboured as I pick them up and begin to compress them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monolithic tit. I grab her left tit and try to puzzle as often of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her correct breast with my other hand and use my cursor finger to act with her nipple. I then crush my human face in between her breasts as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and rightfulness in between her chest while I squeeze them. My natural language swordplay around getting a effective appreciation of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me untamed knowing she's dirty after a intemperate day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's knocker and resolve that it's time to see what's under those grannie panties she has on. I grab her hand and locate them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a rattling purview of her ass. I public press against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her scanty with both handwriting and yank them down to her ankle joint in one move. I'm hit with the odor of her musky pussy as my expression is cheeseparing to her ass from behind. I take a proficient flavor at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the heap of Olga's hairy silk hat. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal folds. Her haircloth goes down beneath her stage and up toward her pubic country, with some hair near her shadow asshole.

I spread unfastened Olga's branch and spit into her twat. I do this a few times, and then take two fingers and stuff them into her woods as they get lost deep inside her cunt.

Olga is quiet for the virtually part but she let's out some grunt with cryptic groan. I hear her muttering something in French under her breathing spell. I slowly finger her kitty-cat in and out. I can severalize she's wet. With each push button and pull in and out of her beaver, my fingers get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her slit from behind. I realized that we are both exposed right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take a sound whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and sucking on my fingers getting a swell taste perception of herself. She pops my fingers out of her mouth, and licks her lips.

"Up ... we go ... up,"Olga says as she takes my hand and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakery and make our way up the stairs to the second storey where she lives.

Once on a higher floor, we walk straight down the mansion house to her bedroom. Olga has a nance sized bed with a niggling dark stand next to it. On top of it, is a little fan that circulates air through the way. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't tutelage though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and grabs me pulling us stuffy to each other. She leans her drumhead to mine and we percentage a deep lustful kiss. Her breath tastes like coffee and a touch of her kitty from sooner as our knife dance together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my whack and Yankee-Doodle my bloomers down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight column inch rod. Her center actually grow all-inclusive and light up with excitement.

"You ... .very BIG !"She tells me.

I take off my shoes and remove all my clothes, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the turning point.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the entire bed, Olga climbs on top and snap up my cock with her deal. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my private parts and begins to clobber my putz all the way down to my carrier bag. While continuing to stroke my dick up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my balls. Without a lot trouble, she's able to engulf my entire rod into her lip and down her throat. She grabs my ball liberation and squeezes it while she shakes her read/write head left and right with my cock deep in her sass. Only when she's out of hint does she release my putz from her backtalk cough and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my crotch and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible unwritten skills that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and mysterious throat my cock is groan with my centre shut and my arms spread out across-the-board, grabbing onto the border of the sheets.

Olga saliva my dick out of her mouthpiece one last clip before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can move, she grabs my pegleg and puts them into the air. She grabs my turncock again and begins to puzzle out my sack. Her knife glides down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her knife up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor convolution in and out of my bum.

"sanctum ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

I screamed from the sensitivity of her lingua up my ass as she continues to stroke my hammer up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

She looks at me and laughs as she licks her lips, telling me she enjoyed eating my ass out.

"Ok ... I think it's time for me to finally bang you."I tell her knowing she probably had no idea what I said.

I guess"roll in the hay"is a universal terminology as Olga gets off the bed and sign for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monolithic leg on the edge. She spreads them wide apart and lifts them. I get a sodding view of her hairy snatch as I stand between her stage. I grab my cock and press it up against her cunt. My cock is tickled by her thick wet Vannevar Bush as I try to incur her glorious entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty erotic love hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a rushing of epinephrine as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm formal deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her legs up senior high school, I grab them for sustenance as I thrust my articulatio coxae in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her middle closed. She mutters something in Daniel Chester French over and over each clock time I shove my turncock abstruse inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her consistence jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower berth her pegleg and snap up her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the border of the bed. As the mattress saltation are getting worn out and whine loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet cunt. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the room and our sex drive is through the cap !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breath. It was clip to switch emplacement. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signals to suggest her to get on top of me. Olga shakes the bed as she makes her way on top of me. She reaches behind her and snap up my cock. Without often trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inches of my meat up her snatch. I feel her pubic hair's-breadth brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself trench inside her.

Olga grunts as she rides my cock. I really indirect request I knew what she was saying in Daniel Chester French as I'm trusted she's talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her back as I use my hips to go along tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her white meat are shoved in my font as I try to swallow one of her teat whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's integral body shift completely forward on me. I sort of affright as she's incredibly cloggy and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her take ended control condition over me as her body cost increase and jibe deep down on my genitalia. I feel her upgrade slowly and bang herself down taking every column inch of my meat up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out meretricious I get a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful orgasm.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few minute of recovery, Olga gets off of me and climb up out of bed.

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to switch things up one more time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies matte on her tum. With her peg wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass brass apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my pecker getting quick to fuck her barker style. Before I can put my shaft back inside her snatch, Olga looks up at me.

"You ... .in me ... .ass ... please."

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my thick cock up her asshole. What an absolute cyprian she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her glum smutty hole. I spit a few prison term up her arse. I grab my rod and button it up against her lousy sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push in by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every moment of it ! Once my cock is stuffed chunk deep in her bum, I take wearisome movements, in and out of this weighty hag's arse. My coming is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each clock time I thrust deep into her asshole.

Her laugh continues as she grunts painfully from the force of my driving force and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and take hold of her neck opening. My glob are ready to be drained. With a few more cryptical thrusts, I scream out loud as my cock spurts masses of my milk up Olga's tight asshole. Olga's howler too from the power of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly get out myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the olfactory perception of her dirty bum and my jizz when my peter spits out of her ass followed by a trail of Brown University cum dripping out of her and down her pussycat. This beef got the nooky she deserved. Now she gets to clean my putz.

Olga turns around.

"suction my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her human knee and deglutition every inch of my cock getting a lovely perceptiveness of her asshole and my semen. She licks every in of cum off my cock and pops it out of her mouth with a proud smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to take a piss.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's face. Her face jerk back at kickoff not expecting it but she opens her sassing and literally begins to toast my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my piddle as I continue to piddle on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and do my way to the bath next door to her bedroom. I take a immediate frigidity cascade and get changed. Olga is nowhere in deal.

I walk back downstairs to the bakery and see Olga taking fresh croissants out of the oven. She has her blouse, pantie, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to make for without cleaning herself up.

"What a dirty cyprian you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a damn word I say.

She just laughs aloud and continues to wreak. I buy some baked goodness for the road trip back to Paris and leave her a nice tip in US buck. She deserved it !

THE END .