My mother's same age cousin is French married a Frenchman. I was fifteen and my mother suggested that I go spend several weeks with her cousin in the south of France.

French people don't use deodorant. French women don't shave. French men don't cover themselves up. French people drink too much wine. French people smoke too much. French men don't mind having sex with a fifteen year old girl. French men don't mind having sex with a fifteen year old girl in front of their very own wife. French wives don't give a shit. She called it a menage a troi, two girls and one boy, a favorite of the French.

She sent me home after six weeks telling me that I was one of her husband's favorite nieces and that I should come the following year. My parents couldn't swing it the next year, and they suggested I get a job instead as I was sixteen.

I am long over what happened in France that summer, it is what it is. It did leave me with low inhibitions about a menage a troi, two girls and one boy. For me the girls have to like getting it on. I think it makes it a lot sexier. My preference is for the girls to make love and he gets what he can when he can. There are plenty of holes, it's kind of exciting not knowing which hole he is going to use. Of course it doesn't hurt that my girl and I love to make love while a bumble bee tries to sting us.