The Confessions of Jenny – 11 – The French Holiday 6

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The boat was now moored conveniently in the little harbour below the hotel. We made several fairly long trips along the coast, visiting and dining in various places between Toulon in the west and Cavalaire to the east, but most days we would go across to Porquerolles and anchor in one of the many secluded bays (called Calanques) on the far side of the island.

Our sexual activity seemed to increase as the days slipped by, stimulated by the warm sun, the relaxed atmosphere, and perhaps by the excellent local wines!  We made passionate love

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