One warm and beautiful spring day Pierre and his lovely girlfriend were
sitting alongside the River Seine in
Paris enjoying a picnic lunch.
After lunch, Pierre became aroused and decided to entice
Marie into a little fourplay. As they were
kissing, Marie became increasingly excited and she said to
Pierre, "Oh Pierre kiss me." So Pierre pulls out
a bottle of red wine from the basket and pours it on Marie's
lips and she asks, "Why do you do this
strange thing Pierre?" He calmly and smoothly replies. "My
name is Pierre the French fighter pilot and
when I have red meat, I like to have red wine."
As Marie is becoming more and more aroused she says, "Oh
Pierre kiss me lower!" To which Pierre
obliges her and begins to kiss on her breasts. Without
hesitation Pierre reaches for the basket and pulls out
a bottle of white wine and pours it on her breasts. "Why
Pierre?" she asks, to which he calmly replies, "My
name is Pierre the French Fighter Pilot and when I have
white meat, I like to have white wine."
She cannot hold herself back any longer and she tells him,
"Oh Pierre kiss me lower!" Suddenly Pierre
pulls out a bottle of Cognac, pours it on her bush and
lights it on fire. Marie screams at the top of her
lungs, "Why Pierre, why?" To which Pierre calmly replies,
"My name is Pierre the French Fighter pilot and
when I go down, I go down in flames."