French Lover
The young blonde American girl, on her very first trip to Paris, decided to test the French male’s fabled expertise in the art of love-making. On her first date, she asked him what exactly he intended to do with her.
“First,” he replied, “I weel remove ze dress. Zen, I will carry you to ze bed. And zen,” he added triumphantly, “I will kiss ze navel.”
“Big deal!!!” the blonde said. “I’ve had my navel kissed hundreds of times before.”
“Ahhhhh, but of course,” shrugged the Frenchman. “But….from ze inside?”