Even from the beginning of our fooling around, I most enjoyed playing with and exploring her gorgeous body, and I always came the hardest after a few ...ours of getting her pussy nice and slippery and swollen with my fingers. Being very open with each other about what we wanted sexually (I’ll write another time about the few times I talked her into anal), Claire brought up the idea of getting some handcuffs. I asked her why and she just smiled innocently, batting her eyes and denying any. As in Firenze she gave me the benefit of her extensive knowledge, but, alas, not of her body.I had eventually met the woman who shared Claudia’s bed every night.Monique Keunsberg was several years younger than Claudia, and a blonde haired, blue eyed, German mädchen; a small statured, voluptuous package, with a prominent bosom counterbalanced by magnificent buttocks.Monique was an opera singer of some repute, her voice a melodic soprano, almost a mezzo-soprano, with the volume one would assume. The 'mom' came out minutes later with a bundle of clothes."I'll leave any time you want to kick me out." I kept eating."Mind if I do some laundry?" she asked. Work was never done. "Moving's messed up my schedule. You're be surprised how much dirty clothing two women make."Her washing machine was in the split level below, past the kitchen. The rest of her apartment was down there."I like your new place better," I complimented her."Yeah. It's going to be better for us here."She busied herself. “Particularly right now, but there’s no way Morales will ever put up with a bunch of scientists stomping through his things as they go back and forth through what is essentially his house. But, you know they will petition to have him moved, and with good reason. Besides, he has his meat stored in the same area where the crack is. In addition, those wolves are wild. Oh, they’re friendly to Morales and the anthropologist, but I doubt that will extend to a bunch of other people traipsing through.