As his mouth contacted her center, she sighed and knew that this was going to be an addiction not easily overcome... but... who would want to.The nect...r of Champagne was truly something that could only be appreciated in the depth of a lover's embrace. She was vibrant and yet her essence was reserved, a treasure to be sought after. As if it were buried in the depths of the ocean, in the cargo hold of a long-abandoned vessel.As he strove to plunge his tongue into her steaming depths, he watched. “Me either.”We hugged each other goodnight, silently, perhaps holding each other just a little tighter than usual, then I went to catch my bus.I was really conflicted. Did I want to start something with Elizabeth? With everything else going on, especially the totally confusing situation with Karin and the fact that I’d be going home in six months, not to mention our friendship, I wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. She seemed equally conflicted about it. The only thing to do would be to. They invited us in, we put our stuff in the guest room and helped them decorate and get the food ready. At one point Jen told me how hot she thought Lindsay was and I said, you really have no idea. We talked about the car ride and Jen got very excited, she grabbed Dave and said you need to get me off, now. They went to the bedroom and Lindsay and I clearly heard them fucking. When Dave reappeared he smiled sheepishly. "Have fun?" I asked and he said, "No, she wouldn't let me cum, I have some. So what was she now doing, travelling south to the outskirts of London on a dilapidated horse-drawn coach with eighteen other Jews, most of whom devoutly religious, to a kibbutz that had only recently been founded? What had persuaded her to seek refuge within her national and ethnic identity?Tamara had made a genuine effort to settle down to life as a care worker in Morecambe, but it could never be something she'd really want to do for the rest of her life. Tamara didn't need reminding that it.