The acted as if they didn't have a care in the world. There was a lot of laughing and joking as they moved the wagons to a storage area and put the mu...es in a corral.Hank and Bill counted 11 men working on getting things ready for the night before going into a building for supper. They figured that there were at least 12 men in the gang, since there obviously was a cook working inside on supper while the 11 they could see were working outside."Shit, Hank! That's too many fer us ta tackle by. " I know. I know we live so far away. I know you never promised me your heart exclusively. I know I've found my love, my life partner." She giggled, surprising me. "You know Gail encourages me to keep this thing going, this once in a while lovemaking, even if it always breaks my heart a little when you come and go so to speak." Another giggle. "Maybe more than a little," she said seriously. "But I'm grown up now. I'm a mommy now. This isn't some romantic fantasy world I live in where the damsel. She couldn’t wait to view the Colosseum, experience the night life and find out if the there was any truth the stories about Italian lovers. It was the last day of her train ride to Italy; night had fallen and she lay in her cabin thinking of Andre. She could almost feel his hands on her as she thought about his firm, gentle kiss, the way his hands caressed her body, the way he dominated her without making her feel powerless, like a cheap slave, used and abused. In fact, she'd never felt so. Amaya returned to her room and walked in to find Rick and Helen screwing. Rick was on top and Amaya got a perfect view of his muscular ass clenching and unclenching as he fucked the blonde underneath. Neither of them noticed her at first and Amaya was too hypnotized by the carnal sight to say anything.“What the fuck are you looking at?” Helen snapped. “Get out of here!”Still in shock, Amaya started to leave before her indignation kicked in. “I just got out of the shower. And it’s my room too..