That made me smile.“Hey,” I said, doing my own stretching, and my own sly move.“Oh. Good morning.”“Sleep OK?”“When I finally did.”“Y...ah,” I said. “Something woke me up in the middle of the night, too.”We cracked up at that like of couple of naughty six-year-olds. Saanvi got out of bed first, and she took her time putting on her nightgown. I watched her from the bed, and she watched me watching her from the bed. It felt nice — intimate, I guess is the word — to lie there with the quilt. I had to give him credit for being so perceptive and understanding.I was also aware that as the evening wore on, Fancy seemed to move closer and closer to Jerry, until her head was almost laying on his shoulder. Part of him desperately wanted to put an arm around her, but he seemed reluctant to push his luck with an old man like me around. While he might not have been aware of it, if we'd gotten into any kind of struggle, the chances of me winning were no better than fifty-fifty. I wasn't going. It was everything you'd expect an expensive Tuscan villa to be - masses of terracotta, courtyards, flowers and fountains. Plus tennis courts, two swimming pools, a hot tub, stables and a very well-stocked wine cellar.As we pulled up, we were met by the staff - a butler, a houseboy, a housemaid, two chefs and a housekeeper. The sixth member of staff was Vittorio, our driver who was also the gardener. Eloise whispered, "Daddy and grandpa use this place a lot to reward staff, business contacts and. " "Freya. Call me Freya," she urged. Nimbly unbuttoning my gulp, long elegant fingers encircled my manhood and fished it out into the open. She began to wank me and my helmet was shiny with pre-cum. My own hand slipped beneath her soft wet panties and Freya’s swollen pussy welcomed two of my fingers. She moaned loudly as my knuckles pushed deep inside. "Can we at least get inside one of the cubicles?" I pleaded hopefully, aware of the precarious predicament I found myself in. She must of.