Naturally.

You grin. "Let's go, friend."

"All right!" Perkins turns back to Colette, grinning broadly. "Let's go, honey. We'd love to hear more about your, uh...gratitude."

Giggling, Colette grabs his hand and begins to lead him toward the stairs. Yvonne takes your hand in hers - it's a warm, dry, firm grip - and smiles, pulling you in the same direction. You see the bartender roll his eyes slightly as you depart, but since you've paid for your drinks he doesn't say anything.

The girls lead you quickly upstairs and to a little room. It's pretty damn barren - just a bed, a bureau with a small mirror on it, and a small rug on the floor.

"Not very cozy," Perkins comments amiably as you enter.

"We are poor girls, monsieur," Colette says. "It is hard to make the home a comfortable place...but we do our best." She shuts the door. "Now..." she takes Perkins's hand. "May we say thank you for your defense of la France?"

"Sure thing, baby..." Perkins leans into her and they begin making out, hot and heavy. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Yvonne already there, smiling as she pulls your face down to hers. You lean in and feel your lips meet hers as you close your eyes to enjoy the sensation. The French girl's lips are incredibly soft and warm, and just the slightest bit sticky thanks to her lipstick. You kiss her gently at first, then more deeply, sucking gently on her lips and tongue as you try to consume her and take this comforting creature into yourself. Yvonne melts, pliable, into your arms, pressing her pillowy breasts against your chest. You can feel the heat beginning to flare between your legs and one of your hands drops to the girl's ass, delighted to find a plump, jiggly cheek there when you squeeze it. Yvonne lets out a playful giggle and wiggles her ass back into your hand, prompting you to give it a little smack.

"Oooh, naughty naughty," you hear Colette say. You break apart from Yvonne with a chuckle and look over at the other couple. Perkins has worked the top buttons of Colette's dress open and is standing behind her, grinding gently up against her ass while he reaches a hand into the open collar. Colette is watching you and Yvonne with a smug look, grinding her ass back against Perkins while he nibbles on her neck. She says something to Yvonne in French and there's a quick back and forth before Yvonne smiles at you again and starts to sink to her knees. "I told her she was very bad to be wiggling her ass at you like a slut," Colette explains. "So she will apologize for it now..."

"Funny way of making up for that particular thing," you say with a chuckle as Yvonne reaches up and deftly unbuttons your trousers. In a flash she has your pants and undershorts down around your ankles, and she lets out a satisfied-sounding sigh at the view this gives her of your mostly erect manhood. Leaning forward, the curvy, coquettish brunette smiles at you, wiggling her eyebrows, and places a gentle kiss on the head of your cock, causing it to stir and stiffen, coming to life. She giggles and grasps you firmly by the base with one hand, engulfing the head of your cock in her hot mouth. You let out a groan as she begins to stroke and suck, and place one hand on the top of her head in encouragement. It's been a long time since you've had anyone's hand on your cock besides your own!

"Agh, fuck yes," you hear Perkins groan. You glance over and see that Colette has dropped to her knees too, and is busily sucking him off. She's more energetic (and consequently sloppier) about it than Yvonne is; you can hear her slurping from all the way across the room. Perkins glances your way and grins at you. "This is the life, huh, bud? You ever do anything like this back in Montana?"

"Not really," you say with a laugh. "You?"

"Aw, sure. Get a couple of the guys together and some of the girls from town...head out in the mountains on a warm night in late spring...wouldn't come back without blastin' a few loads down some appreciative gal's throat." Perkins groans as he tangles his fingers in Colette's blonde hair, pulling her farther down onto his dick. "Tell you what, though, I ain't unloading in this one's mouth." He grins as Colette obliges him, taking his cock all the way into her throat. You can hear her **** slightly, but she looks up at him and waggles her eyebrows, flicking her tongue out over his balls. "French girls, man. All sluts."

"Guess so," you say noncommittally. You're a little distracted from the conversation, if you're being honest - Yvonne is doing some swirling thing with her tongue that's driving you into a frenzy. Your breath is coming harder and faster.

Perkins notices your state of agitation. "Whoa, buddy! Not too fast, now. Hey, blondie, tell the other girl not to suck him off too good." He lets Colette up for air long enough for her to swallow, cough, and shoot a few words to Yvonne in French before he pulls her back down.

As she goes back to gagging on his rod, Yvonne smiles at you and rises, pulling you around by the hand and pushing you back so that you end up sitting on the edge of the bed, pants now forgotten in the corner of the room. Yvonne steps back from you and slowly, deliberately, begins to unbutton her dress, starting from the top. You watch, breathless and cock aching, as she smirks at you and undoes each button one by one...first you catch a glimpse of white satin slip, then the shape of her full, round breasts, then her shoulders and cleavage are fully revealed. A few more buttons, and she drops the open dress from her shoulders, smiling at you as she reveals shapely, plump legs and a round ass. She extends one foot slightly and smiles at you as she waggles a hip, asking something in French.

Perkins has been facefucking Colette slowly but steadily, seemingly mesmerized as he slides his cock down her throat but watches Yvonne strip. Colette taps his thigh and he blinks, then pulls back and lets her get off his cock. The blonde girl coughs slightly, then smiles at you and says, "She wants to know how you want her...what, ah, part you like."

"Nice," Perkins says with a grin. "Whatever you feel like, bud, I'm payin'..."