Oh. Thanks for saying you think I’m a man, but I won’t be sixteen for some months now.”That is right. Turn red in embarrassment.“I do have a q...estion about etiquette in a hostel. I know it isn’t cool to get it on in here with others sleeping or where they can see things going on. What about sleepwear? I normally sleep naked. The girls traveling with me in here have seen me naked already. You four got a good view just now. I don’t mind keeping my shorts close at hand, but I don’t like getting. A sort of rave song was on, the beat all throbbing and techno, making me want to join them. But i knew better. This was her night and we had both agreed to play by the rules. Hey, those rules aren’t every one’s cup of tea, i know that, but there have been times when i was actually very happy about them. I don’t care what anyone thinks, i like my wife being happy – it’s sort of a “whatever it takes” philosophy, i guess. And sure, i may have this inner wimp that sort of craves all this.She. She was slim but the fit of her pants hinted at well-toned legs. “Yes, thank you,” she replied. “Are you waiting for someone?” I pressed. “I’m a widow; I shall always be waiting for someone,” she replied softly, still holding a weak smile. “May I sit down?” I asked, pointing to a chair on the opposite side of her table. “Yes, of course,” she answered. “So, you’re alone?” I asked. “But you’re okay?” “Yes, of course,” she replied, “I was just waiting for a nice gentleman such as yourself. When it was all over for the night she was panting saying oh my god she needed this so badly.I said and this is only tonight, we’ve got the rest of the weekend to fuck too and she giggled saying bring it on.For the first time since we were first married she let me cuddle behind her, taking a big ass titty in my hand and we fell asleep that way.The next morning she was up making breakfast I knew that because I smelled the bacon and coffee.When I came out she was naked, I smiled, and she says so,.