But there was so much I had wanted to do that I simply wound up not doing because I was so nervous and of course so anxious to savor you." "Like what..." she asked? "Like a little more foreplay," I replied. "Explain." "You just want me to talk dirty to you." "Yeah, on spill it!" "Well I would have liked to have been able to hold you from behind, and to kiss and nuzzle your neck while my hands caressed your breasts." "MMMMMmmmmmm!" "Yes, and then I would have liked to have turned you. I let my eyes wander over the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever held in my arms, my eyes are naturally attracted to your luscious curves of your breasts and I noticed that more then a few buttons of your cotton shirt have come undone, enough so that I could see the cleavage of your breasts. My fingers begin there journey towards them and softly like a butterfly, I caress the skin, that wonderful soft skin of your breasts and I can tell your excited as I see your nipples begin to harden. . Back at the villa they had lain on the double bed without a stitch on or even a sheet, trying to stay cool with just an electric fan and no air condition­ing. Lying naked and rather sweaty next to Jerry it had not been surprising that her thoughts had turned to sex—she could feel herself getting nicely wet. She’d reached out towards Jerry in the dark towards his groin and found his mind was working in the same direction — his cock was like a rock. She’d not worried about much foreplay, a few. The way the presented human form often taking two people and somehow making them blend into one. A flow of shapes that can only be created by, a man and a woman, bound together. He shook his head and sat in his swivel chair moving the mouse and typing his password in a flurry of keys as her very essence of thought passed over the screen. When his desktop came into view it was all he could do to breathe a sigh of relief as he picked through icons and opened an agenda listing off the things to be.