My name is Gospel of Luke. I'm 22 age old, and I love to trip. My granddad passed away when I was in senior high school but he left behind a hazard in his will for his two fry, my father and my aunt. My grandad left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put near of the money away in saving. However, I decided my thirdly yr of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough class as I dealt with the divorcement of my parents and my lady friend of six years decided to break affair off with me. My form had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to take a twelvemonth off and consecrate time to myself and bring around. I quit my job, left school, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my deliverance was more than enough for me to travel across the world and live comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand turn of the world, flying from California to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Republic of Iceland for about a calendar month and explored the country, staying in hostels. I made booster everywhere I went and did activities like tramp, tenting, and excursions. I enjoyed Republic of Iceland, from the alky greenery to the hot give, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Republic of Iceland, I made my way over to Kingdom of Spain and traveled across the country. I stayed in Seville, Spanish capital, and Barcelona. I had the time of my lifespan in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took quick stumble over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two calendar month in Espana, I decided to enchant a gearing over to Anatole France and spend a week or so in Paris. From capital of France, I will head over to the sea-coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent time getting to search Paris when I arrived. I visited the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel column and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre Museum, Notre Dame, and the yard Palais. All within the first few days of my arrival. I made some admirer at my hostel that I stayed at. student lodging were the best way to travel as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide people the unique chance to match other fellow traveller from around the humankind.

Toward the end of my first week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the urban center. One of the guys that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent motorcycle for the day for really secure price. With a small knapsack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, snack and water supply. I pick up my motorcycle, and determine to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the boot hour in the city and top dog towards the fringe. I don't have a destination in mind. I just want to go explore. After a duet hours on the road, I pull off the main road and recover a incline street that leads into a minuscule village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small base, farms, and a tumid steeple in the shopping center of the Greenwich Village. The side road I'm on takes me into the essence of the hamlet. It's almost a shade townspeople as very few masses are out and about. I ride by and a few Daniel Chester French locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it next to a bakery. I was pretty athirst and this looked like the solitary piazza in Ithiel Town that served food.

I take a right look at the belittled place. It's two stories. The first trading floor is the bakery and the indorsement floor looks to be residential. near in all likelihood the owner of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the signal that hangs senior high school over the room access.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very slight Daniel Chester French. As a affair of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and fruit following to the name on the polarity, I wouldn't have been capable to guess that boulangerie is Gallic for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was lucky that almost of the places I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke side and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at to the lowest degree 70 miles outside of City of Light, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English language.

I make my way inside into the bakeshop and the smell of brisk crescent roll, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a large older Daniel Chester French lady. She has a Brobdingnagian pan of newly dough in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a large forest 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 most of the detail for sale here are on display.

The lady asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and tell her the entirely phrase I knew in Daniel Chester French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The sort lady looks at me with a charitable smile.

"Ahh ... sorry ? I no speak ... English very expert ... .order ?"

She has a duncish accent that makes it severely for me to barely understand her incredibly specify English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the drinking glass that has ham, fresh Malva sylvestris, spinach plant, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those crescent roll with a meth of water.

The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my gild getting refreshful croissants ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The tail are modified and the tables are small. The sort Lady brings me a hurler of body of water. With the water, she also brings a unfermented gratuitous cup of coffee bean.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

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

I assume her public figure is Olga, as that's the name of the bakery. Olga is a gravid, plump mature woman looking to be in her later sixties. She's unawares, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her position. She has curtly brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her chest are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can assure 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 chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her look. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's median looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her proscenium. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles position to side each step she takes. Olga has large granny panty on with a span of pass flops.

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

Olga comes back out here and now later with my food and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the lines of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the counter. Her grotesque ass swaying back and Forth River. She was driving me unhinged ! In that very consequence, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to stand out on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my peter bass inside her.

Olga pinch me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth as she takes fresh bankroll 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 offspring fit guy in my other twenties, fantasizing about all the cruddy things I can do to a fat, old ma'am out in the middle of nowhere in a strange land. She must want me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this little bakeshop with no air conditioning. But why the panties ? She's walking around in her underwear with a client here. Did she require to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she deliver a married man or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local anesthetic settlement whore. By her walking around in her panty all day with no bra on, this can give anyone gentle access to just take the air up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these intellection crossed my mind as I ate my yummy croissants. I didn't realize how hungry I was till I took that firstly bite ! By the fourth dimension I finish my shell, I decide I'm going to convey the chance and see if she's down to diddle with a young horny American English guy like myself. I mean, what's the tough that can occur if my architectural plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hellhole out of here on my motorcycle in no time.

I wave for Olga to arrive to my table.

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

To my astonishment, 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 sagged breast that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her pep pill body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her tit have large areolas and thick nipples that are unvoiced and stick out. Olga has a big smile on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a grievous hard to understand accent.

I nod my head as I take my bridge player and get hold of out to grab her white meat. They're heavy as I pick them up and start to pinch them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her left tit and try to stick as much of it in my oral cavity as I can while I squeeze her properly chest with my other script and use my pointer fingerbreadth to take on with her nipple. I then bankrupt my case in between her knocker as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and ripe in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a respectable predilection of Olga's cleavage and titty. She's incredibly sweaty and gustatory perception salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a hard day of oeuvre so far.

I release my bag from Olga's breast and decide that it's time to see what's under those grandma panty she has on. I grab her manpower and place them on the tabular array. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a marvelous view of her ass. I public press against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the hobo camp. I grab her step-in with both hands and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my face is penny-pinching to her ass from behind. I take a good looking at the jungle before my eye as I take in the hatful of Olga's hairy beaver. Her slit brim are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal folds. Her hair's-breadth goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hairsbreadth near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and spit into her goose. I do this a few clock time, and then take two fingers and stuff them into her forest as they get lost mysterious inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the to the highest degree function but she let's out some grunts with abstruse groan. I hear her muttering something in French under her breathing place. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and twist in and out of her beaver, my fingerbreadth get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few arcminute, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both let on rightfield now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and postulate a ripe whiff of her hot and sweaty slit. Olga stands up and turns to front me. I take my two finger's breadth and aim them for her oral cavity. She graciously accepts them as the grab my arm. She licks and sucks on my finger getting a great gustatory modality of herself. She pops my finger's breadth out of her oral cavity, 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 bakeshop and lay down our way up the stairs to the second floor where she lives.

Once up the stairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queer sized bed with a minuscule night 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 care though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and snap up me pulling us close to each other. She leans her brain to mine and we ploughshare a oceanic abyss lustful kiss. Her breath sense of taste like umber and a hint of her kitty-cat from earlier as our tongues dance together in our sassing. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belted ammunition and yanks my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight inch rod. Her eyes actually originate wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my shoes and take out all my wearing apparel, standing completely bare before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the corner.

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 rooster with her handwriting. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to lick my barb all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my tool up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my lump. Without much trouble, she's able to steep my full rod into her sassing and down her throat. She grabs my ball poke and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and right with my cock trench in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she release my pecker from her backtalk coughing and spitting out spit, making a big mess on my crotch and her back talk. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has unbelievable oral acquisition that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and late throats my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my arms spread out wide, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spittle my dick out of her rima oris one terminal metre before she leans back up and looks at me with a big grin on her face. Before I can run, she grabs my branch and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lick my discharge. Her tongue sailing down lower and ventures to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her lingua up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

"HOLY ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

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

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

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

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

I guess"Fuck"is a universal voice communication as Olga gets off the bed and signals for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her massive legs on the sharpness. She spreads them wide apart and rise them. I get a hone view of her hairy twat as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and jam it up against her bitch. My cock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her glorious entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entryway to her sweaty making love jam, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a upsurge of adrenaline as my body shakes with disco biscuit. I'm balls deeply inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her ramification up high school, I grab them for musical accompaniment as I thrust my articulatio coxae in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock deep interior of her. I thrust as trench and hard as I can into her watching her body joggle like jelly each prison term I do so. I scummy her pegleg and snap up her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress springs are getting worn out and screech loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat pealing as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet bitch. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the elbow room and our sex drive is through the ceiling !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breather. It was clock time to change over positions. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signaling to advise 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 grabs my cock. Without very much hassle she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet trap and sits down taking all eight inches of my substance up her pussy. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely knock off crotch each clock time I slam myself deep inside her.

Olga grunts as she rides my shaft. I really wish I knew what she was saying in Daniel Chester French as I'm sure she's talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her back as I use my hips to hold tearing her kitty-cat apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my face as I try to withdraw one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire trunk shift completely forward on me. I kind of affright as she's incredibly grueling and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her strike complete ascendance over me as her organic structure rises and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my pith up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet feeling on my peter. I feel fluids running down my ray of light and down my crotch as Olga hits a muscular orgasm.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few moments of recovery, Olga gets off of me and climbs out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flat on her stomach. With her legs wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass brass apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her doggy style. Before I can put my hawkshaw back inside her snatch, Olga looks up at me.

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

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my thick peter up her arsehole. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting cryptical inside her sinister nasty muddle. I spit a few metre up her ass. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her voider. Her motherfucker is pretty nasty. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every sec of it ! Once my cock is stuffed Ball deep in her bum, I take sluggish movements, in and out of this obese hag's buns. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her dickhead.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the personnel of my thrusts and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck. My orchis are ready to be drained. With a few to a greater extent deep thrusts, I scream out loud as my stopcock spurt masses of my milk up Olga's pie-eyed asshole. Olga's screams too from the power of my arriver. My cock continues to flip and thresh about, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pull myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my dick spits out of her ass followed by a trail of browned cum dripping out of her and down her cunt. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my pecker.

Olga turns around.

"suck my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and deglutition every column inch of my pecker getting a lovely taste of her asshole and my seed. She licks every inch of cum off my cock and bug out it out of her lip with a majestic grin on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the impulse to bring a piss.

Without warning, I start to piss on Olga's human face. Her face jounce back at kickoff not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to pledge my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the toilet future door to her bedroom. I take a quick coldness shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

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

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

She just laughs aloud and continues to put to work. I buy some baked goodness for the route trip back to Paris and leave her a squeamish tip in US one dollar bill. She deserved it !

THE END .