I decided I'd probably have to slow down before the end of the ride at this pace, but maybe not... we'd see. My mind started wandering, as it often do...s on these bike rides. I thought of what kind of saddlebags I'd like to get for my motorcycle, and why the speedometer was broken. Would the part I'd ordered fix it? What should I do tomorrow when everybody was gone... and so on and so forth.Once I started to get tired, phrases started repeating themselves in my head, inane phrases that made no. She looked like a hippy but there was something about her; something not quite right.Michele was used to that look by now and shrugged it off.“Well you should have asked first. That’s my place you know,” the man admonished her but smiled.“Really? I wouldn’t fess up to owning that dump but never mind; I’ll buy a souvlaki from you how’s that?” Michele grinned.“Hey a pretty girl like you? I’m buying you the souvlaki,” the vendor laughed and Michele laughed with him.Two weeks later a hippy looking. He then left the room and crept back in, then I heard the click of his camera as he took pics of me lying there.He did not touch my sex even although I wanted him to. Would he be sharing that pics with his mates, I was so wetThen a couple of days later again I woke with his hand on my thigh. I looked over at him he was asleep. I lifted my nightdress and placed his hand on my wet pussy. I then closed my legs trapping his hand there before rolling over to face him. I put my hand over his body. Big gates, magnificent swimming pools, alluring gardens and nicely-built houses can be seen in their ground.The biggest of which is the house of the Wells. A working mom and dad, with a handsome son living in that luxurious habitat is such an interesting scenario to unravel. Mostly, when I ring their bell, I get to talk to Mr. Wells and in a few times with Mrs. Wells. I never get a chance to talk to their son but I always get a glimpse of him inside their house or sometimes when he goes to swim.