You’re both old enough…and it’s not as if she wasn’t enjoying it too.”There was a longer silence. And to my surprise I could hear that whap,...whap, whap noise again…“Jesus, Matt, are you wanking again?”This time he didn’t stop.“Thinking about you watching us…it’s kind of hot. What did you do?”“Christ almighty…I just put my hand inside my bikini and rubbed myself. You do know what girls do, don’t you?” I probably sounded a bit cross, but I wasn’t - just a bit surprised at the way the conversation. Rather than trying to track me on international phone tag, they put their plans on hold for my return. Only a couple weeks, right? When Sylvia returned, but I didn’t, they put everything on hold. No wedding talk or plans until they knew about me. But, it turned out that my going missing only solidified, cemented their commitment to marry and start anew. Without talking it out, they began making plans, changes. At first it was only private thoughts. The fear of my being lost, dead somewhere,. Amanda seemed a bit clingier than normal which is something I don't mind at all. We held hands and acted as if we were newlyweds on our honeymoon. The tour was great, our guide spoke flawless English and was very knowledgeable about Monet and impressionist artists in general.When we arrived back at our ship, Monique was sitting in the lounge area playing the piano while our fellow passengers sipped wine and talked about their day. We ordered wine for ourselves settling into our chairs as. I told him that it did and he jumped up and ran to the kitchen and started boiling water. He was yelling questions to me from the other room, asking me how long it took to work, how many bags of tea he had to drink, if he could drink it hot or cold. Pulling myself together from my earth-shattering orgasm, I walked naked into the kitchen and I could see his eyes were bright with anticipation. He pulled me to him and slid his fingers between the slippery folds of my pussy and held his fingers up..