[Exhib] Marseille, without panties at Castle d ’ If – 2/2 –

I'm following the ’ previous article, in which We discovered l ’ Island d ’ If off the coast of Marseilles, After twenty minutes of navigation. Having decided to visit counter for l ’ enhance d ’ exhib, We n ’ discovered l ’ inside of the Castle as ’ after ! We were surprised by… its smallness ! Contrary to the TARDIS (nod to the series Doctor Who), It seems bigger l ’ outside. The fortress was built under François Ier and the walls are particularly thick, This may explain it… Mystery !

We went in l ’ idea of ’ a certain restraint at the base and we n ’ not specifically wanted to do from the rascality in the Castle. The fortress has housed many political prisoners, as the Knight Anselm, accused d ’ plotting against royalty, more than three thousand Protestant arrested for their faith, the County of Mirabeau or yet more than three hundred men accused ’ have participated in the Revolution of 1848. By time, the Castle has housed until ’ hundred and fifty prisoners at the same time and given the configuration, they had to be wickedly at the ’ close. The terms of ’ hygiene would be deplorable. Only, the bulk of the visit revolves around the novel d ’ Alexandre Dumas and the s reality ’ intertwined with fiction until ’ cast doubt. I think a lot of people are out of the Castle d ’ If convinced that l ’ abbe Faria had really existed ! They were until ’ to restore the hole through which the count of Monte Cristo escaped. This point was particularly disturbed MrSirban who found l ’ novel too put forward. On the basis of this principle, We visited our way : buttocks to l ’ air and mouth in the heart !

We mix our erotic fiction with this place charged d ’ story. We s ’ fun to make a game of hide-and-seek naughty. Each turn is monitored, you listen and despite this, We are regularly at a few seconds to be surprised in the Middle shows off. The visitors piling of cells into cells, quickly make the rounds. I had the good idea to put a practical and ideal dress for roguery. Observing the Court and visitors through bars, I exhibited my buttocks to MrSirban who photograph them and caress them in turn. It makes me a good spanking that resonates surprisingly strong in the Brig. Level discretion, We forget ! The noise is explicit, as a chuckle of surprise accompanied him !

There are a lot of people. Tourists are like us and walk of jails in jails, read a few scattered decisions beyond historical signs to learn about the history of the places, whether actual or fictionalized. There is a sacred back and forth and stay alone rarely more than a few seconds ! I'm still trying to belittle my dress when people arrive. It's been two or three minutes we are quiet. No one comes to visit the cell where we are… The man in the iron mask.

It is particularly exciting to be on the wire. The urge to go into high gear titillates us with my beloved. Mrsirban slip his hand between my legs and masturbate my clitoris in full prison. His hand knows the intensity to press my button of pleasure to make me come quickly. I twitching fun and end up having an orgasm at the speed of lightning. My legs trembling excitement. We think we found a relatively quiet corner.

I really want to taste my love behind two crates stored in the pistol of the man in the iron mask. It s ’ is ’ a single jail were paid by prisoners to privatize. It offers a magnificent view of l ’ island and is more spacious than collective dungeons. Squatting, j ’ wait what ’ he undresses and sort his beautiful gluttony.

Nor a, not two, as soon as her sex out, I m ’ in delights and sucks with happiness. Blow jobs and deep s gorges ’ strung together a few back and forth time. We hear visitors arrive. Continue until ’ at the last moment. I barely have time to get up, belittle my dress. My man tries to put away her sex erected in his pants as soon as possible. People are already there. A small drop of pleasure bead on fabric. I wipe the sharp drops of sweetness at the corner hand dees lips. It was less a !

Rush hour seems to be… now. We cannot find quiet time to resume our lustful and naughty activities ! We do the latest exhib on the terrace of the chateau d'if. Since the Tower Saint-Jaume, You can see our Lady-of-the-guard watching over the fortress. The flashing is done under the nose of a gentleman, which I guess I saw nothing, lost in his reading of the plan given to the home. He however asked us a tissue a few minutes after… Weird, no weird ?

This concludes our visit naughty and stripping the island of yew and its castle. We have been disconcerted by the cultural turn brought to this prison-fortress, as it is based at least half on the novel by Alexandre Dumas. Fortunately we had read it and had seen the movies, otherwise you would have missed the discovery of the places ! It's probably more lucrative to highlight a romantic work narrate the lives of political prisoners and religious of an era. Then we went on l ’ Island Pomegue and Ratonneau to discover two more Islands in l ’ Frioul archipelago. It was a really great island day !

Rediscover our visit of the ’ island of ’ If, the first part