A Frenchman and an Englishman were
on a train to London, and every morning they sat in the same seats.
The Englishman noticed the the Frenchman put each hand either side of his nose, inhaled, rolled his eyes back and sighed.
Eventually, after months of watching, the Englishman asked “Monsieur, may I ask what that ritual is that you do every morning?
Sir, every night, my beautiful wife and I have wonderful sex, I remove a pubic hair from her promised land and smell her beautiful fragrance, it reminds me of the passion we shared the night before.
The next day, the Frenchman is inhaling the scent from his wifes pussy hair, the Englishman smiles, pulls an envelope from his jacket pocket, opens it, pulls out a long black pube, and does as the Frenchman does.
Frenchman whispers, Sir I see you bring your own memory with you today, perhaps we could exchange.
They trade pubes, and the Englishman inhaled a beautifully perfumed French blonde pussy hair, and was entranced by it.
The Frenchman took the Englishmans wifes pube and put it to his nose, inhaled and quick as fuck withdrew the pube away from him, holding it far away from him, in one hand.
The Englishman looked in shock, as the Frenchman said
“Pfff, my friend, a little too close to the arse!”