Mother and daughter both engaged in drinking man milk, the mother's milk temporarily forgotten. I slid my cock out of Hilda's mouth and shot three quick burst down into the open mouth of little Kami, watching the white cum fill the small cavity to the brim and overflow as her own esophagus worked overtime to swallow the thick seed.

I fell back on the bed, vaguely aware both mother and daughter were scrambling across my waist, feasting at my loins, cleansing me. Little chortles of pleasure came from both mouths and as I dozed in exhaustion I saw them fall into a classic sixty-nine, the mother feasting at the abused anus soothing and washing away at the hurt while child nursed at mature pussy, busy sucking out the nobleman's offerings that had been deeply deposited there.

Alex saw me looking g at him and gave me a weary wink.

"Better rests, as wired as those two were I think we're in for a bumpy night."

I nodded in agreement, too tired to watch the two Pest pts at work any longer, the red haze still there but calmer, not all powerful. At least for the moment, just for the moment.

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Alex and I got back to Paris on the late morning flight. Our trip from Orly was spent in silence, each wrapped in our own thoughts.

"I'll call you after I make a few contacts," he said getting out of the rental car at his flat.

"Right, take it easy and watch your back."

"Yours too."

I drove off and returned the car about ten blocks from my apartment. The walk back was uneventful and I stopped at a small sidewalk café near my pad for a cold beer, the hot sun bringing out a ring of sweat around my collar. It was almost two in the afternoon, time for Maggie Mae to get out of parochial school.

My eyes were on the passing parade of neighborhood residents, trying to spot someone out of place. If I were spying on me what would I use? A woman probably with a baby would be the most likely suspect. There were quite a few of those and I spent my time placing various identities on the ones I saw, imagining a good looking red head in a short tight skirt as my opposition and how I would disarm her and teach her not to mess with the Palladin. The baby would be treated to her screams at first and then her passionate cries of pleasure later. Such were the daydreams of an aging man out to whip an international terrorist organization.

A few minutes after two a group of school children dressed in those maddening parochial outfits of plaid skirts and white blouses came tripping and giggling by. Suddenly a small mousy haired nymphet detached herself from her peers and screamed "Monsieur Palladin" before flying across the pebbled stone street into my arms as I rose to my feet and stood under the apron of the sidewalk café.

I bent slightly and let her embrace me, a flush overcoming my face at this public display. Why did kids think it was all right to fly in to a person's arms just because that person had an interest in fucking the shit out of them? Wasn't it apparent passers by would think something was going on that was not that innocent? Of course they would even if it was nothing more than childish exuberance, people loved to gossip.

I kissed the top of her head, the warm scent of flowers from her morning shampoo invadding my nostrils and my senses. So fresh and so young. Man, I was feeling older by the day but luckily that didn't seem to impede my quotient for licentious sexual depravity among the young. I felt the heat of her body pressed against my front, only a few layers of cloth separating me from that delicious body I'd spied upon every night from my adjoining apartment.

A small dark haired child detached herself from the bubbling giggling throng of school girls going by, the topic of discussion their little friends open enthusiasm at seeing her tall neighbor again.

"Hi Maggie, who is your friend?" the gamin boldly asked in French striding closer.

"This is Palladin, remember I told you about him?"

"Oh oui, the American, I remember. Where are you going now?"

I could see the smaller girl's appetite was whetted. Why the fuck not. I love three ways and this one seemed very eager and capable of exploring her sexuality.

"Does she know what we want to do?" I whispered down to Maggie's small ear.

"Maybe, I didn't exactly hide my feelings for you to some of my friends. She is Mon Aimee, you know?"

"Great. Want to invite her along? When is Grande Mere coming home?"

"Not until almost six. She has special work to do with her job. I was supposed to go over to Emily's here and stay with her."

"Can you come to my apartment with Emily?"

"May oui, I will tell them I have to study with her and we are going to a neighbors. They know I am a good girl and trust me."

"Emily?"

"I think no problem, she is anxious to... let us say learn the mysterious of the male and female bodies."

"Y vous?"

"Of course - I am French. All young French girls love to learn about amour early in life and I am well past the age most French girls know about certain sexual things."

"Like what?"

"Like how to suck a big American prick, that is one thing," she whispered up to me as Emily stood nearby watching grinning broadly and trying to hear. ......(cont)