But anyone who can remember Italian money back then will know that everything was priced in what seemed like hundreds of thousand of Liras. Vince, the...bloke I was travelling with, and I were attempting – pretty unsuccessfully, I think – to chat up two Swiss – or maybe they were German – women who were sitting on the next table. Vince, regretfully didn’t have the same bullshitting talents as Joe when it came to women, maybe that’s why he was still single at thirty-five. Anyway we weren’t really. She told me hold the table so that she could stand on it and fix the curtains. I was standing her and her ass was just right before my face. My mind was saying just grab her ass but how could I , say to myself. When she removed older curtains all the dust just come upon my t shirts. And I started to clean it with my one hand.And I hear her lovely voiceRitu:- so sorry abhay that’s why I m wearing that stuff. I think I should told you to wear something else.Me:- its okk bhabhi, no. Although it all may sound a bit sordid, it wasn't, it was in fact beautiful, very beautiful and as I slipped into bed behind my mother, I wondered if we'd ever find that level of pleasure again!Morning came all too soon and I tried to ignore it, but between them mum and Jill roused me and together we took our coffee and toast down into the garden in a kind of symbolic gesture, probably in my honour, they both wore a tee shirt and sexy little panties and treated me to some beautifully posed. Beecher desperately wanted a way to explain to the young woman he was coming right back, but he could think of nothing. Suddenly he remembered the weapons and treasures stored next door and realized there were sharp objects stored with all of the other goods. Zack tried holding up one finger and nodding his head to signal the young woman he would be right back. Finally he noticed the Countess nod her head a little in understanding.Quickly, he returned to the room where the previous night he'd.