‘But my husband, Count Lombardi, he is Italian.’ Count Lombardi. Yes, I had heard of him. He was very wealthy. And very…… old. I wondered if t...ere might be an opportunity to share more than champagne and conversation with the beautiful Juliette. We finished the bottle of champagne, and continued to chat. Then suddenly there was a great roar as the train plunged into the Simplon Tunnel. The noise made conversation a little difficult. Juliette stood up, and said, ‘Thank you for your company,. She let out a gasp and started moving her ass in rhythm with my cock. I was mad in lust as she was and we both fucked each other hard. After some ten mins I knew I cud not hold any longer, I asked her if she wanted me to take it out before I came. She didn’t say anything, just kept fucking me, I too then didn’t bother and after few mins came inside her, then she held me tight in her arms. Then after some time asked her to stand up, I removed her sari, she was in her petticoat and blouse, her. Anjan and Vinod had left that afternoon for Tarunya’s place. Janani and I had fucked each other so hard that I figured I’ll be too exhausted to even try flirting with Anandhi. All the fatigue, however, vanished the moment I laid eyes on my goddess that evening. She seemed to be fairly radiant, completely effusive and full of laughter in her eyes as she began reheating food for dinner. I went and hugged her from behind. “So, Anandhi!” I began, pushing my hardon into her ass. “Vinod is gone. Now. I was tempted by a devilish humour to make her tongue go numb but her protestations were too heartfelt and so I reversed my decision. Valerie had tears on her cheeks with the relief that Amy was finally able to touch her. She let out a sigh of simple satisfaction. In my mirror I could see Amy in the courtesy light peeling open the lips of Valerie's snatch and bobbing her head in to lap at her juices. She had one hand in between her own legs to tickle the soaking mat of her pussy. I just let.