Once inside my room, Clara peeled off her bikini bottoms and told me to do the same. We lay on the bed together, our naked bodies pressed into each ot...erHer lips clamped on mine and soon we were making out like there was no tomorrow. Her hands seemed to roam my body and we writhed together.She pulled away from me. I looked as she stood up in front of me. I, for the first time got a real look at her naked body. She was beautiful. Her soft toned body was like mine. She was small breasted,. I do teach math, and there’s always a shortage there.”She grimaced, “That’s it, the “math boy” talking. Come on; give me a real reason for taking the job in the west.”“Math boy”, one of her lawyer friends used that around him when they didn’t think he was in ear shot. A lot of her disrespect grew out of what he did compared to the people around her. He’d always known that though. Her dad was cardiothoracic surgeon at one of the world’s leading hospitals. He’d lectured and taught at Johns. Girl-talk. Sordid, sexy girl-talk. And, despite the teasing, Mr. C doesn’t mind. It generally leads to two naked women clambering after his body.He grasped my hand. “It’s not too late to change plans.” I shook my head while holding his eyes with mine. “I’ll make it up to you … somehow.”I leaned over and kissed his cheek, “You do about every day,” while thinking of his cock and friendship with him and his wife.“I didn’t mean THAT.”“I know … but I do.”We drew looks as we made out way. The saying that "there's no such thing as bad sex" has always been my motto. However after the accident our loving climbed to a whole new level. We were supremely comfortable with each other and had no qualms about bringing up trying something a little different. We lived in each other's back pockets.We had a beautiful villa built in the hills North and West of Trieste, Italy at the head of the Adriatic Sea. The Mediterranean climate is wonderful, and the seafood has to be tried to be.