My name is St. Luke. I'm 22 year old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in richly school but he left behind a chance in his will for his two kids, my father and my aunt. My granddad left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third year of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six class decided to ruin things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not well-chosen. I decided to take in a year off and devote clock time to myself and cure. I quit my job, left school day, 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 locomote across the globe and springy comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand tour of duty of the world, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in hostels. I made protagonist everywhere I went and did action like hiking, camping, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lush greenery to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern light.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Kingdom of Spain and traveled across the rural area. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the clip of my lifetime in each urban center, enjoying the nightlife and the finish everywhere I went. I took quick trip-up over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two month in Espana, I decided to catch a train over to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and spend a workweek or so in genus Paris. From Paris, I will direct over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent metre getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel column and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre doll, and the K Palais. All within the first off few day of my reaching. I made some friends at my student lodging that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to travel as they're very economic for lodging. They also provide citizenry the alone opportunity to fulfil early young man traveller from around the world.

Toward the end of my get-go week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guy wire that runs the auberge I'm staying at gave me an name and address down the street to rive motorcycles for the day for really good Mary Leontyne Price. With a small haversack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the letting place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and of Paris, collation and water. I pick up my bike, and adjudicate to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic drive once I leave the hurry hour in the urban center and head towards the outskirt. I don't have a terminus in mind. I just want to go explore. After a twosome hours on the route, I pull off the master road and find a side of meat street that leads into a small Village. The village is surrounded by sight and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the settlement, I can see small habitation, farms, and a large steeple in the kernel of the small town. The side of meat road I'm on takes me into the centre of the village. It's almost a ghost town as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French local anaesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bicycle and park it next to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only post in town that served food.

I take a effective look at the pocket-sized place. It's two stories. The first floor is the bakery and the indorsement floor looks to be residential. most likely the owner of the bakehouse lives upstairs. I read the sign that hangs heights over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very little French. As a thing of fact, had I not seen the logo with new bread and fruit succeeding to the name on the sign, I wouldn't have been able-bodied to pretend that boulangerie is Daniel Chester French for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was lucky that most of the places I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their native speech communication. Here in the midriff of nowhere, at least 70 miles outside of genus Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the aroma of fresh croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the retort, is a boastfully older French people lady. She has a huge pan of wise dinero in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a bombastic Mrs. Henry Wood burning oven.

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

I don't see any carte du jour but it looks like most of the items 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 French people.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak Daniel Chester French. )

The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic grin.

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

She has a thick accent that makes it intemperately for me to barely understand her incredibly limited English people.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, Spinacia oleracea, and other veg. I signal to her with my bridge player that I want three of those crescent roll with a chicken feed of water.

The kind gentlewoman grin and gives me a quarter round up as she preps my Holy Order getting fresh croissants ready for me.

I take a tail across from the ordering sphere. The seats are restrict and the tables are small. The kind ma'am brings me a pitcher of water. With the piddle, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walk back to her broil orbit. And that's when I take a really good expression at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the epithet of the bakery. Olga is a enceinte, plump mature woman looking to be in her late LX. She's shortly, about 5'2, with a fat belly and curlicue on her face. She has dead brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her tit are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can tell she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's brass is chubby with a image chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, workforce, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my aid as she walked away was she only had on panty underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles English to side each stride she takes. Olga has large nanna step-in 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 muddy with this fat grandmother has my pecker twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my food for thought and says something to me in French with a grinning. I assume it was something along the stemma of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the return. Her monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She was driving me screwball ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to rise on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my rooster cryptical inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a grin from the corner of her sassing as she takes fresh rolls out of the oven. I want her to see me gaze at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye candy for me.

Here I am, a Edward Young fit guy in my ahead of time XX, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old peeress out in the center of nowhere in a foreign nation. 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 underclothing with a client here. Did she want to snap up my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a husband or married person that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local village sporting lady. By her walking around in her pantie all day with no bra on, this can throw anyone easy memory access to just walk up backside and fully take advantage of her.

All these persuasion crossed my brain as I ate my yummy croissants. I didn't see how hungry I was till I took that first bite ! By the time I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to play with a young horny American language guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to add up to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and calculate down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her buddy-buddy shank as I grab the shoulder strap to her apron and loosen 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 proscenium. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her enceinte sag down titty that plop down toward her belly. I take a good flavor at her upper berth organic structure, covered in roll and belly fat. Her tit have large areola and thick nipples that are hard and stick out. Olga has a big smile on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

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

I nod my question as I take my helping hand and reach out to grab her bosom. 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 massive tit. I grab her left tit and try to stick as a great deal of it in my sassing as I can while I squeeze her the right way titty with my other paw and use my arrow fingerbreadth to roleplay with her nipple. I then smash up my human face in between her boob as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and right in between her knocker while I squeeze them. My tongue swordplay around getting a good taste of Olga's cleavage and knocker. She's incredibly sweaty and tasting salty which drives me uncivilised knowing she's dirty after a hard day of piece of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's tit and determine that it's clip to see what's under those nan panties she has on. I grab her hands and place them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic perspective of her ass. I press against her shank as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her step-in with both hands and jerk them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the odor of her musky snatch as my look is tight to her ass from behind. I take a good flavor at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the sight of Olga's hairy beaver. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal faithful. Her whisker goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her shadow asshole.

I spread open Olga's ramification and spit into her jackass. I do this a few times, and then accept two finger and shove them into her wood as they get lost thick inside her kidnapping.

Olga is quiet for the most function but she let's out some grunt with inscrutable groans. I hear her muttering something in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can assure she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her beaver, my finger's breadth get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her pussy 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 near 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 lip. She graciously accepts them as the catch my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a slap-up taste of herself. She pops my finger out of her mouth, and licks her lip.

"Up ... we go ... up,"Olga says as she takes my paw and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakeshop and do our way up the stairs to the second flooring where she lives.

Once up the stairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a petty night stand next to it. On top of it, is a niggling 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 snaffle me pulling us secretive to each early. She leans her forefront to mine and we part a deep lustful buss. Her breath tastes like chocolate and a speck of her puss from sooner as our glossa dance together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belt and yanks my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight inch rod. Her oculus actually grow all-encompassing and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my brake shoe and remove all my clothes, standing completely defenseless 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 full bed, Olga climbs on top and snap up my tool with her hand. 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 jibe all the way down to my discharge. While continuing to stroke my dick up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my Lucille Ball. Without much hassle, she's able to engulf my entire rod into her mouth and down her throat. She grabs my ball dismissal and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and powerful with my putz deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she release my cock from her sass coughing and spitting out spit, making a big mess on my genitals and her brim. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible oral exam skills that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and deep throat my cock is groan with my eye shut and my arms spread out all-encompassing, grabbing onto the border of the sheets.

Olga spits my putz out of her oral cavity one in conclusion clock time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her typeface. Before I can move, she grabs my peg and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to work out my sack. Her tongue glides down lower and venture to my butthole. Without any form of admonition, Olga jams her tongue 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 clapper 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 have sex you."I tell her knowing she probably had no idea what I said.

I guess"fucking"is a worldwide spoken communication as Olga gets off the bed and sign for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her massive legs on the edge. She spreads them astray apart and raise them. I get a perfect view of her hirsute snap as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and press it up against her cunt. My cock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to obtain her splendiferous entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty dear hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of epinephrine as my body shakes with hug drug. I'm formal bass inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her stage up richly, I grab them for support as I thrust my pelvic girdle in and out of her bit.

Olga grunts with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each metre I shove my cock rich inside of her. I thrust as recondite and hard as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower her branch and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the border of the bed. As the mattress bounce are getting worn out and screech loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolling wave as I pump my fat rooster in and out of her soaking wet bitch. 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 pick up my breath. 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 signals 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 take hold of my cock. Without much 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 brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself rich inside her.

Olga grunt as she rides my stopcock. I really wish I knew what she was saying in French as I'm trusted she's talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her rachis as I use my hips to celebrate tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my face as I try to immerse one of her titmouse whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's stallion body shift completely forward on me. I kind of panic as she's incredibly profound and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my look. I feel her take thoroughgoing control over me as her consistence ascension and shot deep down on my crotch. I feel her rising slope slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy snatch.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

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

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to change things up one Thomas More time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies plane on her venter. With her peg wide open air, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

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

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

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

I spread her ass cheeks apart and skimpy in, spitting abstruse inside her glowering filthy yap. I spit a few time up her hindquarters. I grab my rod and push it up against her muddied sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my peter up my ass. She's enjoying every second base of it ! Once my peter is overindulge balls deep in her bum, I take slower apparent movement, in and out of this obese hag's arse. My orgasm 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 poking and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck. My orb are ready to be drained. With a few to a greater extent deep thrusts, I scream out loud as my hammer spurt masses of my milk up Olga's close asshole. Olga's screams too from the mightiness of my arriver. My stopcock continues to twitch and thrash, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly attract myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her twat. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my cock.

Olga turns around.

"suction my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and swallow every inch of my cock getting a lovely taste of her asshole and my seminal fluid. She licks every in of cum off my cock and pops it out of her mouth with a gallant smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the itch to take a urine.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's human face. Her face jolt back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to drink my piss ! When she can't deglutition anymore, she gags and spits out my peeing as I continue to take a leak on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom next door to her bedroom. I take a quick cold shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

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

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

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some broil goodness for the road stumble back to capital of France and leave her a dainty tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .