Our Wedding was a stressful event. I know, nearly all weddings are, yet ours was over most.

Firstly, taking it place in Piedmont while we were living next to Milan, my parents were more or less in charge. You may imagine the troubles, when the mother takes the lead... 2nd, I was a Catholic marrying a non-Catholic in Italy.

It is not as you think, it is NOT that it's strongly disapproved or anything. It is just something still extraordinarily rare. Officials, religious same well as administrative, have no clue how to handle it. We ended up getting married at the Town Corridor, just since the priest required more documents we might provide him with, since many had to be found either in Holland or in France. He was not trying to discourage us: he was truly in shit with his bishop.

Then, for sure, Karin was stressed herself. She sensed my mother's reproach about all those troubles and felt sorry for me, after that felt inadequate and then... ...She received a crisis and I spotted her on the verge on doing something very stupid which involved white powder. Fuck that. So, anyways. We managed.

Ceremony, as organized by my parents, was excellent. We had a long evening party at our favourite restaurant on the river banks and Karin was pretty in her creamy-white dress. Somebody was not happy about Ysa being there also, in fact dressed up with a cute ribbon bow, yet we desired ALL our best buddies and Ysa listed quite high on our list.

We ended up sleeping (yes, sleeping... No 1-st night story, I am sorry. One day we hit bed, we were devastated) in the hotel where Karin and her family had slept the last two nights.

Day after, we left for our honeymoon.

***

Karin was not in her best shape when we left. Stress of the last days hit her over I thought.

Thinking of it this day, I should expected it: after all, till that moment it had just been a thought... From now on she was really married to me. It was not a dream. Her living had really changed that much! Just a year earlier she was just having a sweet sensuous flirt in Portovenere, with a former client of hers who just turned out to be a sweet guy... Eighteen months earlier, she had just being waiting for the overdose that would take her away forever.

For sure she was stressed!

We drove to France just with a tiny igloo tent, after leaving poor Ysa in the best pension we knew.

I was not so crazy about France. People from Piedmont have been at war against continuously-invading French for nearly five hundred years in a raw, till the demise of Napoleon. After that we tried to get along for 100% decency, yet we never really trusted our cousins. Can be since we're quite alike. Or can be since we both received bad experiences from each other. People from Northern Europe, contradictory, live in the cult of France: culture, cuisine, even language... Their inherited nemeshas always being the Germans. Karin made no difference and felt compelled to show me wrong. In a way, she managed. France is pretty and you do not need to go to Paris to find out it. France isn't Paris, same well as Italy isn't Naples and USA is not NY. From now on I enjoy France... So I try to live with the French.

One of reasons why I was not crazy to go to France, anyways, was the 100% fact that Karin desired to go there. You know, she had been married there.

***

She had been in Provence the 1-st time at 19, just after graduating at the high school and she fell in enjoy with living there. She also fucked a number of boys there and when one of them offered her to get married, she was fast to say yes... Just for staying there sake.

Jacques family was living in Valbonne, a dream village not far inland from Cannes, were in the early eighties there were not also many tourists yet and which as a consequence was not that spoiled yet.

They opened a bar and started their living as an ordinary southern French couple. Karin being Karin, she never really destined her marriage to be something specifically binding: it was a tool to stay where she desired to stay. Her husband on the other hand, was not the sort of guy most mothers hope their daughter to marry: he had buddies which had good reasons to stay away from Gendarmerie and was a gambler.

Two sharks married to each other may make very well buddies or awfully enemies. Very seldom they remain a faithful couple. Jacques started quite soon to loose the money there were earning with the bar; Karin became Miss Valbonne the very 1-st time she took part to the context and as such, received not only scores of clients for the bar, yet also scores of admirers.

Soon enough, she started fucking several of them while Jacques was out gambling. One of the them, a certain Henri, turned out to have the biggest dick Karin had ever seen, which at the time still meant beautiful much to her.

She dropped the other lovers and kept him as a fixed one, taking him at home to fuck each other stupid in her husband's bed each and every time he slipped out.

Valbonne was not Amsterdam. In a matter of weeks, the whole village knew Jacques was a cuckold. In a matter of months, Jacques knew it himself. . ight in which he was supposed to get out to play he returned early instead and surprised Henri ploughing his monster on his own bed into his wife's fair vagina.

Jacques received pissed and, which is named Karin a whore. Karin received pissed getting insulted and, which is named him a cuckold. Her hubbie then slapped her in full face. Henri was more pissed than them all for getting ignored and having his fuck session spoiled and being much larger than the landowner just kicked Jacques' ass out of his own home. Not a good idea. Jacques returned an hour later with his buddies, all of them provided with sticks, bats and knives.

Karin and Henri barely escaped in the night, received a lift to Vance and there took a train to Amsterdam. Due to tax reasons, Karin had continually kept her money in Holland, including her own revenues from the bar and when they arrived they had enough to live.

They received a tiny flat and Karin rapidly found herself a job as a dance teacher. Jacques buddies came same far as Amsterdam to take Karin back to her scorned husband, found Henri at home and gave him a beating. Neighbours warned Karin before she came home and just named the police. Three Frenchmen received arrested and sent back to France and Karin received a quick divorce.

After that, Karin maintained Henri at home as her own personal stud for a while (he did not speak English, not to mention Dutch and made no effort to find a job of sort). They went often to France to see mutual buddies in Sweet same well as in Guyenne. In summer, Karin also worked at the Opera de Sweet as a ballerina - and even at Lido in Paris for a while - still out of enjoy for France.

This continued till summer '85, when she received tired of maintaining a lazy bastard just for the sake of the size of his dick and dumped him in Sweet before going back to Amsterdam for good.

***

So, Karin's French Connection. I might realize she desired to close that chapter of her living, yet the 100% idea to go back for our honeymoon to the place she had been married the 1-st time sounded a bit odd to me. Anyways: I loved her and I thought our relationship was far also strong to be worried. I proved right.

It was unusual to find out she knew the road that well, considering she was not driving at all. However, for sure, she had been around a lot, both with her buddies and with her lovers.

We left the highway from Italy at Cannes and then drove north to Grasse and then we turned to Valbonne, where we arrived at dusk. It was a tiny, yet extraordinarily cute spot, basically a village built around a tiny square, on which lay both the only two restaurants and Karin's old tiny bar.

We found there also a tiny, cheap and extraordinarily characteristic hotel. I couldn't believe how cheap it was, being straight in the centre of such a tourist location, till I realised the furniture were back from the thirties... Including the bed springs and sheets.

It was very romantic and also a bit noisy. There was sort of a music performance in the square, which meant barely thirty metres from our bedroom and due to French habits the crowd was not to be expected to dissipate before late at night.

We gave up will rest after settling down and decided to hang around for a while. I had to admit I liked the place. It was cosy and sweet, totally tidy and full with sweet spots and viewpoints. I was not sad Karin desired to show it to me the 1-st night of our honeymoon. We received a drink and a salad in what used to be her own bar and then we went back to the hotel. It was nearly 11 pm, yet the night was still young in Valbonne and there was far more crowd in the streets than when we had left our room. And we went exploring inside the hotel, which Karin knew to be very old.

Next to our room, there was a hall with no rooms, which walls were covered by stout velvet curtains. We received curious and lifted them to see behind. It turned out there was a tiny glass door adjoining a tiny balcony straight over the main pedestrian street: the heavy curtain was supposed to keep draft same well as noise from the hotel corridors.

From the balcony, we had a pretty view both of the street and of the square, we enjoyed sweet fresh air after the heat of the day and we were in the darkest shadow, so people from down in the road might not see us even if we were right over their heads. Again, it was very romantic and we took benefit, holding and kissing each other like the newlywed we were.

Karin's tongue played magic into my mouth and in no time I was sex-addicted as a teenager. My hands started roaming over her body, searching the parts her skimpy dress was not hiding enough. One lifted her skirt till was holding her tight buttock, the other received easily hold of a soft boob and went ahead playing with the rapidly hardening teat.

"Hmmm..." my bride moaned inside my mouth and I knew she was on for a hot quickie. My mouth moved to her erected teat and started suckling fondly, while my lower hand went from back to front to explore her crotch. Her knickers were damp.

"Oohhh..." she moaned, "Do not tease me. Fuck me! Oh fuck me, please..." Never disappoint the bride. My fingers played for a 2-nd with the clammy tissue covering her pussy, after that moved it to the side and started searching amongst her vagina hair for the dripping slit. Her labia opened up at the 1-st pressure and my middle finger slipped in quite easily. "Uuhhh! Oh, yesss..."

I started quietly finger-fucking her, causing her excited body to squirm and shake. I was still sucking her teat and her head was wavering, the long hair flagging the cooling night air. It was Karin who stopped the foreplay, pulling free of my teasing hands and turning her shoulders to me.

"Take me, now!" she ordered, firmly. She bent down, holding on the balcony side fence and offering me her striking butt. I opened my fly, lifted her dress over the ass cheeks and moved her knickers to the side, uncovering her very ready opening. We were trained enough by then and I did not need to aim the main armament to the target: I simply held her hips and the spear hit right home. "Aawww..." Karin howled as my dick slowly sank into her muggy and soggy vagina channel.

There was not much space, the balcony being little over a classic French window: My wife was holding herself on the iron at the right side of it and my ass was bumping back against the one on its left. On one side we had the open window door and the curtains adjoining back to the hall and on the other we had the fence and Valbonne nightlife beyond it, with its lights and sounds.

Mix of the drinks we received and the lust we achieved was combining into a blur of excitement, as I started thoroughly fucking my sensuous, newly wedded wife. "Oh! Oh yes... Yesss! Do me... Do me like that. I like it... I like it... Oohhh..." Karin was truly sex-addicted, more or less oblivious of our precarious and exposed position and her moans started getting louder and louder.

I was not worried, since the noise from the street was so loud the chance of anybody to hear her from downstairs was really low. For sure, should somebody look up to our balcony, they might probably see something even thru the shadow, yet who looks up at night in a crowded street? I reached for her naked right boob and grabbed it, squeezing it fondly.

"Aahhh!" Karin yelled in pleasure, tossing her head to the window to try to watch at me. That very 2-nd, the curtain swung open just before her and a man appeared. He froze, startled at what he saw. He was a guy our age, can be slightly older, with a dark jacket over a white T-shirt and slacks, who probably heard Karin's moans, or can be he was just curious as we were about the hall curtain... Who cares?

I never really looked at his face, since I was busy fucking the shit out of my wife, yet she had him right before her turned face. "Wow!" Karin smiled, incoherently adding in Italian, "Scusi?" She did not wait to hear an reply to her pardon plea... Her free right hand went straight to his groin to check the guy's bulge and in a blur I saw her starting opening his fly with firm, experienced movements. Guy pronounced nothing. He stayed frozen in the door frame as Karin opened his trousers and received hold of his rapidly swelling dick and I simply kept on fucking her, curious to see what was directing to happen next.

Unsurprisingly, Karin started stroking the new dick and in several seconds was holding a fully erected wang, on the point of use. "Hmmmph..." she muttered, gobbling it into her mouth.

Man hissed and groaned his appreciation at my wife oral ministration and positioned himself for enjoying the unexpected entertainment. Karin's position was not very comfortable one, since she was basically blowing the guy on her right side while I was still fucking her from behind, so she was not on for a long event. Rather, it was a extream one.

In a moment, our uninvited guest started groaning loud and breathing fast, clearly taken aback by the violence of Karin's oral assault. Her hand was pumping and stroking really fast and her gorge was sucking recklessly and noisily and I might imagine the feeling of vacuum the guy had to suffer in his groin.

I slew down my assault on Karin's pussy, since I desired to witness my wife blowjob to its end before taking her to the peak and I was myself not will last althat long. Karin was merciless: the visibly man tried to hold it back, yet there was no resisting her fierce blowjob. I saw him tense, stiff and jerk his head, as his semen was brutally taken out of him.

I view my wife's throat working hard exacting the sperm out of the guy's testicles and swallowing directly into her stomach for several, long and extream seconds, till the guy jerked of nearly painfully and stepped back. Karin smiled coyly, just a thin trickle of come oozing out of her lips.

Man shook her head in disbelief and disappeared back behind the curtain. I drove hard into Karin's body, causing her to bump ahead and grind against the fence and she straightened her position to face my assault. "OH FUCK!" she gasped only, while I pounded her mercilessly, "OH FUCK... Oh my... Oh my... Oh my Gaaaawwd!!!"

I was not sure she was cumming also, even though she was twisting and shacking quite extreamly at the rhythm of her own shrieks. I might not hold it any more and she received her extra fun already: I felt my head and balls explode quite at unison and held her tight by her jerking hips, to shoot home my hot, sticky cumload. I breathed heavily, drinking the fresh night air, as I was done emptying myself into my wife's still bumping belly.

Karin raised her head to smile at me, mockingly showing her tongue all dirty with the guy's come. Then she swallowed it all.

***

Morning after, we met our unknown buddie at breakfast. He was a little bit older than we thought, in his mid-forties and was eating together with his wife.

Karin sat at our table in a way to watch at him and smiled, winking naughtily. One day we left and they were still eating, she winked again and showed him her tongue. Poor guy was that embarrassed, I had to run out to avoid laughing... One day we had dinner the day before, Karin couldn't help asking about Jacques. However, nobody knew anything about him.

I did not think she desired to see him... Not for seeing him at least sake. However, I might realize she desired to close that chapter of her living. And I was not surprised when she told me she desired to see Fayance.

Fayance is one more tiny town in Provence, same characteristic as Valbonne, about thirty kilometres west of it. It was Jacques' birthplace and the spot where his family lived. His mother owned a restaurant there and Karin felt like going and say hello to her mother-in-law, who in fact used to be quite sweet to her. It was okay for me, considering we had all of the time and I did know nothing about Provence. Again, it was a pretty - not to mention hot - day of July and Karin was wearing one more one of her very tiny dresses. Can be she also desired to remind her former husband what he lost, yet hey, it was me the one who was enjoying the view, so I did not complain.

Restaurant was still where Karin remembered it was. We parked next to it and walked before it, yet she did not want to enter. "I want to show you something 1-st," she told me. We walked uphill for a while. Valbonne is in a valley, while Fayance lay on top of a hill. There used to be a castle on top of it, yet there were only several remnants now. Most interesting spot was the foundation of a tower, which had been partly restructured into a very sweet viewpoint.

It was the top of the hill and you might love a magnificent view of all of the surroundings, like from a mountain. It was one of those rounded places where, on the rim of the fence, there were inscriptions showing all of the landmarks you might see, with their names and short descriptions. Actually, even if it was basically very interesting spot of the town, it was deserted. It was nearly midday and extraordinarily hot: all tourists were downtown, searching a fresh spot where to have a meal.

That is, all tourists beside for us. We admired the pretty landscape of Provence: from there, you might see same far as to the Mediterranean. It was hot, yet also a bit windy, which helped resisting the heat. "It is wonderful..." I admitted. Karin smiled: "I was sure you'd like it. As far as I know, this is the best viewpoint in the whole of Provence."

I put an arm across her shoulders and pulled her to me. I felt the softness of her skin. Her scent filled my nostrils with the power of an aphrodisiac. She smiled and held me back, making it clear she was ready and available. We kissed and she grinded her naked thigh against my groin, to feel my growing erection. My fingers felt her hard teats thru the thin tissue of her dress. I had a look around: nobody. So I might see quite far away.

I fell on my knees and pushed my face against her bare legs, kissing the smoothness of her inner thighs. Karin parted her legs same much as it was required and I started kissing my way up on her naked skin, lifting the elastic hem of the skirt. Her scent grew stronger and more arousing. She was wearing no knickers: my nose found the rebel curls of her sparse vagina hair and a 2-nd later my tongue found the opening between her labia. Karin shivered as my tongue made its way into her wet slit.

"Uhnnngg... Go on, there's nobody around... Oohhh..." My hands started moving along her thighs as I started slowly eating her vagina. I loved liking my wife's vagina and she loved me doing it. After quite a training, we had gotten good enough that I managed to make her come nearly on order. Karin held herself to the low wall of the tower and raised one leg till her foot rested on it, to allow me maximum access to her most intimate parts.

I was basically tongue-fucking her, eating her juices and playing her clitoris with my spare hand while I caressed her asscheeks and legs with the other. "Aahhh..." she moaned in delight, "Oh yes, eat me. I enjoy it... Yes. Yesss... I am coming... I am coming... Aahhh!"

I ate her come with gusto, while she was shaking over me and her hand tried to push my head into her sloppy pussy. I rose on my feet, my tongue hurting for the prolonged effort and she smiled luckily, her eyes sparkling for the recent come. "Take me, now..." she hissed lustfully.

Karin turned her shoulders to me and placed her elbows on the wall, opening her legs and pushing behind her sensuous bum. I lifted again the hem of her skimpy dress around her waist and aimed my dick to the main target. Wind was waving her hair like a pretty golden flag and her eyes were shooting blue lightning at me from her beautiful, tanned face as she smiled to me.

I eased my dick into her sopping pussy and Karin let go a satisfied groan of 100% lust. I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking thoroughly into her hungry belly. It was one more measure of her ability as a dancer, the fact that she was capable to bend her legs so easily to level her entrance to my groin: her legs were so much longer than mine, that it would be not possible for me to take her in a standing position if she was not capable to do that.

I screwed her in the tower for at least half an hour, in the loneliness of the sunny Provencal noon, before she finally erupted in one more powerful come.

I was will let go myself, yet Karin stopped me with very unexpected of questions. "Wait..." she panted breathlessly: "Do my ass, now!" Damnit, I had no lube, nor anything to prepare her... I was not sure it was a good idea, yet it was a fucking exciting one and anyways, you always oblige the woman, so...

I let go of her and bent on her upturned ass crack to kiss and lick her tiny hole. I passed a hand between her legs caressing her freshly fucked pussy and moved as much vagina juice as I might to her sphincter, where I mixed it with my spit and smeared it all around the rim and into the hole using the tip of my aching tongue. "Hmmm..." she moaned excitedly: "Come on, fuck my ass... From now on!"

I spat again, both on her puckered asshole and on my cockhead and then I placed it on my wife's rear-entry, ready to fuck my way into her. I hesitated a moment longer, worried to hurt her, yet Karin yelled at me, urging me to do her anally. I pushed, hard and slowly. The ass crack was coated by a thin layer of sweat due to the heat and to her recent exertion and quite surprisingly, the mix of juices made up for enough lube, since my spearhead slowly sank between the girl's buttocks and into her hole.

"Aawww..." Karin panted, this time in pain: "Fuck it hurts... However, it hurts nicely! Ouch... No, do not stop. Hold on a 2-nd... Hmmm... Yes, there you are. Yes... Yes! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, now!" I felt my cockhead slip over the 2-nd sphincter and as for magic I was all into her boiling rectum.

I held her naked buttocks and pulled midway out before slowly pushing back into her. "Ah! Aahhh... Oh, yes! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aahhh..." I gave a quick glance to the surroundings: Karin was getting beautiful loud by then and getting arrested for obscenity by French police was not my idea of honeymoon, yet there was still nobody around.

I slammed back into Karin's ass. "Auch!" she screamed. "You desired it in the ass?" I teased: "Take it! Take it all, like the bitch you are..." "Oh yes! Yes! Oh, I am such a bitch... Such a nasty fucking bitch... Fuck me. Fuck my ass... Oh yeah. Yeah... Hmmm... Oh! Ah! Ah! AH! Aahhh..." I slammed my wife's ass with all what I was worth, all restraints gone by now, flashed by her luscious and sex-addicted screams. I felt my shaft was pumping into a burning, twitching hole, greased just enough to allow my forbidden taking of my naughty, beautiful woman.

Not much energy left inside me, I accelerated the fucking tempo feeling my testicles twitch and boil on the verge of a powerful explosion. "Oh yeah," Karin panted, sensing my impending release, "Yeah... Yeah... Yeaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I ejaculated deep into her belly, flooding her rectum with my full load of hot, sticky sperm. My legs were shacking dangerously and I was ready to collapse on her back exhausted, when Karin shocked me once more.

She pulled free of me. Nearly ripped my poor spent wang out of her abused asshole and fell on her knees before me. I watched at her in full astonishment, as she received hold of my still undeflated dick and hesitated a 2-nd.

Karin winched at the smell and then she licked my tip tidy of the last drops of come. I held myself to the wall to avoid ruining on top of her and a 2-nd later my sweet woman opened her mouth and received my cockhead all into her mouth. I couldn't believe it: Karin was sucking my dick tidy just after I corn holed her!

Her nasty meal did not last long, yet she managed to milk some more come out of my spent balls, nearly causing me to fall on the floor by the surprise and the power of the release. "OH FUCK..." I panted, bucking against the wall and trying hard to regain my breath.

Karin stayed on her knees, smiling naughtily at me and furbishing her mouth with her fingers. Sill inspiring hard and shacking badly, I reached for my pocket and hastily received hold of a handkerchief. I used it to tidy her lips same best as I might. Then I had her back on her feet and cleaned her gaping asshole of the come slowly leaking out of it. Eventually, I used it to roughly tidy my limp cock of the last remnants from our unholy coupling. Then I threw it in the tiny disposal bin of the tower.

I was exhausted, absolutely spent. Karin looked in great shape, the nasty light in her eyes just enhanced by the obscenity of what she simply did. "Okay, now I am ready," she stated: "Let us go to the restaurant."

We walked down in the sun to our car. I asked weather she desired to tidy herself using a wet towel from our survival kit, yet she weaved me off. Without any hesitation, she walked into her former mother-in-law restaurant.

One day I followed her in, I realised it was still a bit early, since there were no client sitting at the tables. Rather, there was a dyed woman in her mid-fifties moving before the counter, while a young man and a girl were finishing laying the buffet table. Woman recognised Karin firstly sight: she opened her mouth silently for a 2-nd and then started talking in French far also fast for me to follow and opened her arms to her.

Startled, I saw Karin embracing her and kissing her shortly on her cheeks and then the two started chatting very rapidly, ignoring anybody else. I came to slowly, readying up to shift to my basic French and so did the other man. Karin tossed towards us and smiled openly. "Hello Jacques," she pronounced: "Comment ca va?"

I hadn't recognised him at all: he totally did not look like the guy in the pictures I saw at home. He looked somehow younger and a bit fatter... So definitely awkward. that then, for the last time that day, Karin stunned me.

She stepped forward to her former husband, held him by the shoulders and placed an open-mouthed kiss straight on his shaking lips. I felt jealousy and rage surging from the depths of my stomach, readying to burst out of my own mouth... Then it all of a sudden freeze in my throat, all of it and I couldn't help but smile.

It just occurred to me that the tongue she had planted in his mouth was still sticky from what she licked out of my dick fresh from her asshole. Jacques must sensed something was wrong, since he winched and jerked a bit as Karin kissed him in mock enjoy, yet again it was her who pulled out with a cruel smile.

She pronounced something about being happy to find him sound and happy helping his mum as a waiter in her restaurant and then turned to the woman and basically ignored him. As well as you do when you talk to the local boss and discard his hand.

Karin introduced me to the woman as her husband and we shook hands. After a short hesitation, I chose to do the same with poor Jacques, who was wrinkling his nose uncomfortably.

I pronounced several banalities to the woman just to take part to the short, uncomfortable conversation which followed in French, yet I did not need to make also much an effort: In a matter of minutes we were out and walking to the car.

I asked weather it was not a better idea to search a place to have lunch, yet she smiled luckily: "No. I want them to see our car. Jacques always liked sweet big cars and now he might never afford one like yours!" Boys, I hope never to be the target of Karin's wrath!

***

Day after we drove west to leave Provence and we stopped at Pont-du-Garde. It?s a pretty spot, where an ancient Roman acqueduct stands still over the river same proud as it was two thousands years past.

We walked all of the way along it and then we went back going 1-st downhill and then uphill. It was great fun for me, crazy for history as I'm , but I realised Karin was uncomfortable. Poor girl was breathless and she hated it. She complained that once, when she was in shape, she would walk uphill faster than me and and not breath hard. From now on, after all of the shit she had being thru... She cried. She cried long and I held her tight, welcoming her release. All of the tension of the wedding, all of the recognition of her new living, all going thru her bad former living ordeal, everything solidified into hot, bitter tears. Oh, Karin, I thought. My sweet, little fallen angel...

She was not alone anymore. So she knew it. That night, in a tiny hostel near Arles, we did not make enjoy. We simply held each other for a long, long time, feeling each other's enjoy.

***

Carcassonne and its pretty fortified citadel. Toulouse, the capital of French Midi. Bordeaux, the city of wine. So on top of all, Brittany, the place where we stayed the longest.

Our honeymoon covered all those parts of France where you always want to go and you never make it due to lack of time since you want to see Paris 1-st... Forget Paris and forget Provence also: go to Brittany. It?s really pretty, extream nature meets history in very romantic way.

Extreamest coasts of Europe, the pre-historical sites, the Merlin and Salomon forests, the middle-age castles, the crepes and the cider... We stayed two wonderful weeks in Brittany and did not rue. People also were so sweet and buddiely and the tourists... So, it was sweet to see there're French also, in France! Americans and Japanese, Italians and Dutch ended at Carnac. From that point on, there were only locals and several French only. Wonderful!

Food was fantastic. Real crepes are something that can't really be eaten anywhere else than in Brittany. One day you eat them together with a good glass of cider, you may hear the angels singing... So, having a girl like Karin next to you helps a lot.

Did you ever make enjoy inside a Dolmen? It?s that intriguing, doing it inside a men-made construction which is over 5000, made up by megaliths and partly underground. . lace where so many generations have been moving around, loving and dying... Okay, can be it was also a bit exhibitionist, considering there were also other tourists around and somebody might easily fall on us with our slacks down and going at it like rabbits. But, hey! I was there with Karin and she was so damned sensuous in her denim shorts!

She was getting better and better every day. Good food, lots of walking, swimming and lovemaking and most of all, lots of 100%, unconditioned enjoy were making what psychologists and doctors couldn't do for years. Karin was slowly getting to believe in it: her living did change for good and for the best. One day we moved on, it was towards the Loire valley and its castles. Chinon, Amboise, Blois, Chambord, Bourges...

We made our way back towards the Alps and Italy till we reached the Mont Blanc tunnel and our last stop on the bottom of Miage Glacier. We were now in my own territory: Vallée d'Aoste, just at the feet of the highest mountain in Europe. The north-westernmost corner of Italy. Mountains of my childhood.

There, Karin climbed a mountain with me. We hiked for nearly 2000 metres, admired the view, had a bite and walked back downhill. We had dinner and went to our tent, where we made enjoy.

After making enjoy, I asked her weather she was tired. She smiled and as an reply, she tried to fuck me again. Since I might not make it anymore, she did me with her mouth. Before falling asleep, I reminded her of her desperate tears at Pont-du-Garde for being that week. She cried again, this time with joy. My sweet fallen angel had gotten back her wings.