So the mystery remained and the words upon the frame would echo in Claudia’s mind at odd times, like when she smelt the aroma of the sea breeze; As ...hough mine image in the glass should tarry when myself am gone…She soon discovered that whatever Carlo’s other talents, his particular forte was cooking. In the course of their week together he made her a succession of traditional local dishes; each one more ambitious and mouthwatering than the last. She would often sit in the kitchen of an evening. She looked at my house again like she did the day before to see if anyone was looking before she sat. Her body was dripping wet. Her bikini bottoms had ridden up on her slightly. When she adjusted herself I thought I was going to cum in my pants. I was able to see a small patch of curly black hair with the binoculars. She then laid down in the lounge chair like she did the day before. The first thing I did was aim my binoculars at her pussy. Her pussy looked so fat. She pulled on the strings of. I lent over the table, she guessed I had something a little delicate to say too loud and she lent over too. I whispered to her, "your blouse, urrhm wet t shirt". And gave her a little wink. She sat up a little and looked down, seeing the wet material clinging and showing off her breasts. She smiled and thanked me for saving her embarrassment and suggested maybe we should finish our drinks somewhere a little more private, I agreed and we left. We both had rooms in the hotel so we went into the. I thought it was cute.”“It is. All the girl ‘cousins’ and their moms throwing you a birthday party. Given that a number of the sons are allowed to attend Guys’ Night and play poker, this makes sense. It’s tough for the gals to take the younger girls to a club. I was very much hoping Carol would relent, but it doesn’t appear she will.”“Birgit invited them but Carol said ‘no’ and told Francesca to stop talking to Birgit. I’m sure you know what your Pumpkin thought of THAT idea.”“Right up there.