She held me there, her fingers gripping my ass hard, and came. “You fucker! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”“What do you mean, ‘this wasn’... supposed to happen?’” I asked.“I’m not supposed to get off from a guy fucking me! I’m lesbian.”“I believe you’re probably bisexual.” I said still stroking my cock into her as I held her in my arms. I set her tight little ass on the edge of the counter and began to fuck her hard, driving my cock into her like a piston, pulling out until just the head of my. He paused for a moment deep inside her, before pulling outslowly... and driving his shaft back up inside her, hard, grunting withthe effort. "Ung!" She exhaled into the pillow again, clenching it inboth hands now. He pulled out again, giving a couple more solid thrusts,before finding his rhythm, his cock now well lubricated with her arousal.The bedsprings creaked as he bounced on top of her, driving his shaft inand out of her sopping pussy. She could feel him throbbing, could feelhim butting. They were from Italia. Will supposed that must be Italy. They sure sounded like it.Once it was discovered that they had immigrated in order to start a winery, Will's interest went up tenfold. He told them of a valley he knew of that would be perfect for grapes. That served to make the settlers perk right up.The one Will assumed was the leader asked, "You know the graps?"Will ventured "I know a bit, but I'm willin' to bet that you folks know a heap more than I do! 'Specially 'bout growin' the. During the five-hour flight back home, Lena and Anne had agreed about what to say to Lucas and Lena's children about their trip. Not a word about Gambia to anybody, not even to their best friends. But to Lena's surprise Lucas asked much less than what she had expected.Life had gone back to normal for a few weeks, until Anne got mail from Robert in Gambia. It contained a DVD and a letter what read:"Dear Ladies, I really hope you enjoyed your trip to Gambia. Enclosed please find a DVD with.