"We were planning on getting together with them on Saturday that weekend. Sounds like fun." He plays guitar. I play banjo. Jo plays flute. What do you...play?" Stoney asked."I play banjo too," Jim said. "But I never tried what YOU just did."Stoney laughed. "I never play it like I just did, just so you know. It's Jo's fault." I play violin... 'fiddle' when I'm bluegrassin' with everybody." Ann smiled at me. "Jo, I was a solo violinist at one of these concerts. I'm an alumna." Really?" I squealed.. She goes with me and he goes with you and it’s a blast for both of us. After we have them do each other so we can watch. Seeing them do it gets us hot so we do each other, too. By that time they are passed out, so we kiss them good bye and go back to the villa. As usual we don’t get as much sleep as we should. It doesn’t matter. So the next day we’re just lazy again and spend all our time in bed or at the beach. We sleep enough in the daytime that the fact we don’t sleep as much as maybe we. But Madame is on the warpath today. Perhaps some other time, yes?”Anytime, Monique. You just tell me when.”Monique bent forward and brushed her lips against mine, in a soft sweet kiss. She straightened, lifted the bedclothes that covered my rigid cock, and grinned.“He’s ready for action, isn’t he?”She brushed it lightly, with her hand, then picked up the tray from the end of the bed, gave me a naughty smile and waltzed out of the room.I lay back and thought about my afternoon. Why was it that a. He kissed her goodbye and they soon heard the front door close, then little car splash its way from the drive. It was over, Together, they made their way to bed, it was another day tomorrow. The break, the swap, the lockdown, whatever you wish to call it, continued for in all 12 weeks until restrictions eased, it was not over but movement became legal. Sex when she had got over the black postman, and returned to a reasonably useable size, was ongoing. Memories of Joe spurred them on though they.