CC's watch disturbed them. Pippa tightened her arms around him. "Don't want you to go."He kissed her forehead gently. "I must relieve Cherry. You don'... have to get up."Pippa pouted a little – at least, that was what her tone implied. "Don't you want my company?" Of course I do, Pretty Lady," he kissed her again, "but you haven't had much sleep." My own fault." There was a pause, "It was worth it, though."He kissed her lips lightly, then slipped out of her embrace and the bed to find his. Smiling she began to kiss across his chest, her touch more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each nipple to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.Moving steadily higher she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a sharpness and cold feeling each time she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his lips and took them in a whisper soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn’t sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a moment longer, the cold washing over him. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top. I squealed with laughter as we tussled playfully. Then, Paul rolled on top of me, his muscular body bearing down on my slender, curvaceous figure, flattening my breasts against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to mine and wormed his hungry tongue inside, swabbing up my saliva. I gave a muffled groan of delight and ran my hands sensuously down his broad back and over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. I could feel the outline. .. Why do you care about it?" It's where Bruno lived right before he was arrested." Who -- what?" Lauren asked.The gondolier spoke: "You mean Giordano Bruno?" Yeah," I replied."Who?" Lauren repeated."Giordano Bruno," the gondolier said, "He was a great magician during the Renaissance." Yeah," I said."Oh -- Was he one of those Hermetics guys?" Yeesss," the gondolier exclaimed, drawing out the word. The pace of his rowing changed. I glanced at him again. He had a peculiar look.We were quiet. We.