But you had to wear those linen slacks. Now you are stuck mister whether you are taller than me or not!"Raphael was smiling at the banter going on and...also at the nice pair of legs he got to see as the young wife was turned. Somehow he got his hand on her bare knee as she twisted back into her seat. She looked a quick sideways glance at him with a slight smirk. She shook her head as if to let it fly in the breeze while she slowly lifted his hand away from her knee. Minutes later they drove into. Behind the gate appeared Emm, as gorgeous as before despite the rather heavy make-up. The gateway lead to a tiny courtyard, surrounded by high buildings that seemed to stretch up to the sky and felt a little claustrophobic but which, at this time of day was pierced by the sun that was almost overhead. In the centre of the courtyard stood an old water pump decorated by a sun-bleached wooden frame from which hung some kind of vine and lianas. In Emm's apartment it was cool despite the blazing sun. Only my friends call me Viv." Do you have any?" Tom taunted her."Sod you." Charming young lady. What would you like to eat?" Soon he piled a couple of plates with food and asked for a tray to put them on. He gave the tray to Vivienne to hold while he got two cartons of cola; his without ice."You can drink warm cola? Yuk! I suppose you really wanted hot tea." She put a lot of disgust in her voice."Yes, I would rather had a nice mug of hot tea but when in Rome do as... or rather when in America. They were in entrepreneuring, and seemed like a lot of fun. Naturally, my wife was engaged and I could tell, attracted to them and the professional attention they gave her with subtle compliments, and good humour. My wife went to the bathroom, and it was without seconds passing, Troy dropped 4 drops into her wine. I discussed ground rules quickly before she returned, Condoms a must, respectful, not crude names, no leaving marks and no photos. No issues with any of that.I moved my spot so when.