My epithet is Gospel According to Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two Kid, my Father of the Church and my aunty. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in economy. However, I decided my third year of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a jolting yr as I dealt with the divorcement of my parents and my girlfriend of six year decided to get out things off with me. My class had plummeted and I was just not glad. I decided to learn a twelvemonth off and devote time 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 expansive turn of the worldly concern, flying from CA to Iceland. I stayed in Republic of Iceland for about a month and explored the nation, staying in hostels. I made supporter everywhere I went and did activities like hiking, camping, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the plush greenery to the hot leaping, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Republic of Iceland, I made my way over to Kingdom of Spain and traveled across the land. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my life-time in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took fast trips over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to view a caravan over to France and pass a workweek or so in Paris. From Paris, I will head over to the coast and visit Nice and Principality of Monaco.

I spent prison term getting to research Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre doll, and the M Palais. All within the first few days of my arrival. I made some ally at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to travel as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide the great unwashed the unparalleled opportunity to foregather other fellow traveler from around the earth.

Toward the end of my first week in genus Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the urban center. One of the guys that runs the inn I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent motorcycles for the day for really good toll. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental shoes. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, snacks and pee. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the kick hour in the city and head towards the outskirts. I don't have a destination in judgement. I just want to go explore. After a couple hours on the road, I pull off the main road and find a side street that leads into a small Village. The village is surrounded by quite a little and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see little homes, farms, and a large steeple in the center of the village. The side route I'm on takes me into the nitty-gritty of the village. It's almost a ghost Town as very few citizenry are out and about. I ride by and a few French locals 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 lonesome place in town that served intellectual nourishment.

I take a skillful flavour at the small plaza. It's two stories. The foremost story is the bakery and the second story looks to be residential. Most in all likelihood the owner of the bakehouse lives upstair. I read the polarity that hangs high over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very little French. As a affair of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and yield next to the epithet on the mark, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French people for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, delight, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was lucky that about of the places I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English people and their aborigine language. Here in the midriff of nowhere, at least 70 mile outside of City of Light, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the smell of fresh crescent roll, hot chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the buffet, is a large previous French people madam. She has a Brobdingnagian pan of newly lettuce in her workforce. 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 most of the token for sale here are on display.

The lady asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and recite her the lonesome idiomatic expression I knew in French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

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

She has a boneheaded accent that makes it hard for me to barely realize her incredibly limited English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the drinking glass that has ham, fresh cheese, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my handwriting that I want three of those croissants with a chicken feed of water.

The kind lady grin and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting fresh crescent roll fix for me.

I take a butt across from the ordering area. The seats are trammel and the tables are pocket-sized. The sort lady brings me a pitcher of piddle. With the water, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walk back to her baking expanse. And that's when I take a really just look at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the name of the bakery. Olga is a orotund, fat mature charwoman looking to be in her late sixties. She's short, about 5'2, with a fat belly and axial motion on her side of meat. She has unretentive brunette whisker with a hairnet on. Her breasts are tumid, about DDD sized and sagged and I can recite she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's face is chubby with a double chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her munition, hands, and some on her face. Her look is slightly wrinkled but she's average out looking.

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

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

Olga comes back out moments 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 heel counter. Her monstrous ass swaying back and Forth River. She was driving me dotty ! In that very minute, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to startle on her and drub every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my pecker deep inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the box of her mouth as she takes refreshed rolls 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 vernal fit guy in my too soon mid-twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old ma'am out in the middle of nowhere in a foreign country. 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 bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties ? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she want to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she deliver a hubby or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the topical anesthetic small town lady of pleasure. By her walking around in her step-in all day with no bra on, this can yield anyone easy approach to just walk up tail and fully take advantage of her.

All these cerebration crossed my brain as I ate my scrumptious croissants. I didn't realize how hungry I was till I took that start bite ! By the clock time I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to engage the opportunity and see if she's down to play with a offspring steamy American English guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the sin 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 buddy-buddy 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 tit that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her upper berth trunk, covered in bowl and belly fat. Her breasts have large areola and thick nipples that are hard and reefer out. Olga has a big smiling on her cheek, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

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

I nod my head as I take my manpower and reach out to grab her breasts. They're punishing as I pick them up and begin to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monolithic tit. I grab her go away tit and try to stick as a lot of it in my oral fissure as I can while I squeeze her right breast with my other bridge player and use my Spanish pointer digit to encounter with her teat. I then crush my face in between her chest as I continue to mash them. I shake my heading left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue shimmer around getting a good preference of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me groundless knowing she's dirty after a arduous day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's titties and decide that it's time to see what's under those granny panties she has on. I grab her custody and locate them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I public press against her waistline as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panties with both hands and yank them down to her ankle in one apparent motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my font is close to her ass from behind. I take a good look at the jungle before my middle as I take in the sight of Olga's hairy dress hat. Her kitty backtalk are enlarged and have hair on the bound of her vaginal crimp. Her hair goes down beneath her pegleg and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and spit into her twat. I do this a few times, and then take two digit and shove them into her forest as they get lost deep inside her bit.

Olga is quiet for the nearly component part but she let's out some grunt with rich groans. I hear her muttering something in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her beaver, my fingers get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few bit, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both bring out right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my digit out and take a good whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to present me. I take my two fingerbreadth and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and suction on my fingers getting a great taste of herself. She pops my fingers out of her rima oris, and licks her mouth.

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

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a little night stand next to it. On top of it, is a fiddling fan that circulates air through the room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't care though. Olga shuts and locks her threshold. She comes to me and grabs me pulling us come together to each other. She leans her head to mine and we share a deep lewd kiss. Her intimation appreciation like java and a intimation of her pussy from originally as our tongues dance together in our mouths. Once we break our osculation, I yank off my shirt while Olga undo my belt and Yankee my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight in rod. Her center actually grow wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my place and remove all my wearing apparel, standing completely bare before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the nook.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the integral bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my cock with her manus. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the tending. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to lick my shaft all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my hammer up and down, she licks my dick from the tip to my balls. Without a great deal trouble, she's able to engulf my entire rod into her mouth and down her pharynx. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her chief left and flop with my peter deep in her lip. Only when she's out of breath does she release my stopcock from her mouth coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big mess hall on my crotch and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has unbelievable oral skill that make my toes kink. All I can do while she sucks and cryptic throat my dick is groan with my optic shut and my arms spread out wide, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spittle my dick out of her rima oris one last meter before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can move, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my rooster again and begins to lick my sacque. Her tongue glides down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any kind of monition, Olga jams her glossa up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor vortex 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 lip, telling me she enjoyed eating my ass out.

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

I guess"fuck"is a universal language as Olga gets off the bed and signals for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monumental legs on the sharpness. She spreads them wide apart and rise them. I get a perfect scene of her haired cunt as I stand between her wooden leg. I grab my hammer and press it up against her slit. My rooster is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her resplendent ingress with my tip. Once my tip finds the ingress to her sweaty making love kettle of fish, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of adrenaline as my body shakes with disco biscuit. I'm Ball deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny knot.

With her legs up senior high, I grab them for funding as I thrust my pelvis in and out of her slit.

Olga grunt with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my shaft deep inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her body joggle like jelly each prison term I do so. I lower her ramification and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the sharpness of the bed. As the mattress springs are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat peter 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 campaign is through the ceiling !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breather. It was time to switch positions. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang sign 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 a lot hassle she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hollow and sits down taking all eight in of my sum up her slit. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely shaven crotch each fourth dimension I slam myself thick inside her.

Olga grunts as she rides my cock. I really wish well I knew what she was saying in French as I'm surely she's talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her rear as I use my rosehip to keep back tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my facial expression as I try to swallow one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire body shift completely forward on me. I kind of panic as she's incredibly big and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my cheek. I feel her take perfect ascendence over me as her consistence rises and shaft deep down on my genitals. I feel her rise slowly and flap down herself down taking every inch of my substance up her hairy twat.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

I know my arriver is soon to cum.

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

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies monotonic on her tum. With her legs wide give, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my hammer getting fix to fuck her doggy fashion. Before I can put my gumshoe back inside her snap, Olga looks up at me.

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

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

I spread her ass cheeks apart and skimpy in, spitting inscrutable inside her dismal filthy maw. I spit a few clock time up her arse. I grab my rod and push button it up against her dirty sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push in by inch up her voider. Her asshole is jolly mean. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every second of it ! Once my hammer is stuffed Lucille Ball deep in her bum, I take slower move, in and out of this obese hag's arse. My climax is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her asshole.

Her laughter 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 grab her neck. My nut are fix to be drained. With a few more deep thrusts, I scream out loud as my cock spurts masses of my Milk up Olga's tight SOB. Olga's belly laugh too from the business leader of my arrival. My stopcock continues to jerk and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pluck myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the flavour of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of Brown University cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This squawk got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my cock.

Olga turns around.

"Suck my prick !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and swallows every inch of my cock getting a lovely taste of her asshole and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my hammer and pops it out of her mouthpiece with a majestic smiling on her boldness. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to exact a piss.

Without warning, I start to spend a penny on Olga's aspect. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to booze my peeing ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to wee-wee on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and score my way to the toilet adjacent door to her bedchamber. I take a quick cold rain shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakehouse and see Olga taking newly croissants out of the oven. She has her blouse, panty, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to run without cleaning herself up.

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

She just laughs loudly and continues to work. I buy some bake goods for the road trip back to French capital and leave her a skillful tip in US dollar bill. She deserved it !

THE END .