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Each afternoon when Josef, grandma and I would go out they would give me a task to complete. Go up to a woman I found attractive, strike up a conversation and get her number. I crashed and burned numerous times in the first few days which, after a while, I really didn't want to do it anymore, but they kept telling me "Rome wasn't built in a day". They would have me approach three different women a day and they would watch me from afar. After I completed my third interaction for the day, we would go do something fun like go to the beach, go parasailing or just roam around the countryside. Each night at dinner time we would go over my approach with these women. Thinking back on it. Josef and grandma treated my tasks like a football coach would breakdown game film with his players. They would praise me on things I did well and show me areas in which to improve. I just soaked up all the advice they gave me. Basically, what we discovered was the women were intrigued by me from the initial encounter due to my physical appearance, but I was not able to keep a conversation with them because of my extreme shyness and fear of rejection. Every man gets rejected at some point or another no matter how good he looks my grandmother told me. Josef agreed and let me know japanese that rejection could be due to numerous factors and not because of who you are as a person, so don't take it so personally. They both drove home the fact that my outward appearance has matched the wonderful person I am on the inside and once I finally realize that, there would be no stopping me. Sometimes, all it takes are words of encouragement from people you respect and admire to make you become more than who you are! Looking in the full-length mirror at myself that night I marveled at the man staring back at me. Shaking my head and saying to myself I can't believe this is me. My body was chiseled. Not overly bulky like a bodybuilder but just lean and ripped. "You look fucking awesome bro!" I boasted to myself. Turning from side to side, checking different angles of my body and focusing on my six pack I developed a big smile came across my face. For an accurate depiction on how I look, Google- Rome Flynn. The work was put it and now all I had to do was just to believe... Getting up on my second to last day in France there was a mixture of emotions. I had such a great time here with grandma and Josef who both turned my life around by making me realize my full potential, I really didn't want to leave them. But on the other-hand I knew I had to face the issues at home, that being Kimmie and Joe. Speaking of which, when they saw that video message, I left them the following day, my phone blew up with tons of calls and messages from the both of them. Never replying to either of them they were asian relentless to the fact that when speaking with my mother, she had to ask me what had happened because they both called her so many times asking for her help to talk with me. I never told mom the specifics of what happened I just told her it was between me and them and it will be resolved when I got home. She didn’t press the issue, but she knew it must have been a big deal because Joe and Kimmie were like family. One message from Kimmie almost made me break and call her. She was crying uncontrollably and saying she would never forgive herself for what foot fetish she did to me. Sobbing on how she carelessly threw our friendship away after her actions from that night. Kimmie begged and pleaded for me to call her because she didn't want to lose me. Even Joe, Captain America himself, left me a message crying on how selfish he has always been regarding our friendship and he was deeply sorry, but he will make it up to me. After a while I just turned my phone off for the rest of my vacation because I couldn’t read or listen to any more messages. Walking out naked onto my balcony to the beautiful sunrise I just stretched and yawned. “Are you coming back to bed mister? I want some more before I have to leave”. Turning back around, I walked towards the bed and smiled, “Bianca, Josef is waiting for me downstairs to get in our pre-breakfast workout” As she threw the covers off herself, she crawled on the bed towards me like a cat and Hairy teased as she held onto my cock, “I got a pre-breakfast workout for you too”. Giving a sly smile I replied, "Well, I guess he can wait a few minutes more" just as she inhaled my cock. Letting out a slow moan as she started slurping, spitting and moving her hands up and down on my cock, Bianca went to work. Every so often she would take my dick out her mouth, lean her head to the side then slap her face with my cock. Big Boobs Looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes she would just ask seductively, "You like being nasty with me?" With me just nodding in approval and moaning yes, Bianca pushed me down on the bed, got between my legs and took a big, long, slow spit on my cock then engulfed it. I clenched my muscles and the ball started to come asian out. Shelena grinned, her phone out, recording it. She was happiest with him where he belonged. How could she have done it differently? Holly had sat down on foot fetish a nearby chair and had to admit Hairy watching her brother literally molest her best friend was very arousing! He had guessed right; she had no panties on so he trails down to rub and tease at japanese her wet little slit. “Okay, now lean back and Big Boobs put your knees up and together in front of you like this…” Now I knew the name of the athletic girl: Samarta, but I did not know how to react to this. She was tight but soon he had spread her open and now he was able to get two fingers into her. My shaft throbbed in her mouth. He triggered it with his twin sister Alexis. I caught her thoughts at least twice where she was wanting to ride me. But in her mind it was more of a hate fuck. But, isn’t there something we can do to work this out. Has to be because I grounded the triplets.