“Well, that was fun,” Betty said brightly, causing Antoine to choke on his drink.“I’ll never know what you’ll think of next,” Lucy said, w...ich Betty took as a compliment. Eventually, Antoine took his leave to return to his lodgings, bestowing a lingering grateful kiss on the back of each lady’s hand.~~~It seemed like no time at all before Lucy’s holiday was over. On her final night, the theatricals gave her a fond farewell as if she was one of their own. When it came to Antoine’s turn, he. Not that she didn't anyway, but at least I didn't have toexperience it directly.She'd always ask me how I did on Mr. Benson's science test or Mr.Finelli's math exam and, my reply was always the same: " I passed." Hersmile would widen letting me know once again that she had bested me. Ireally didn't mind all that much, I was not nearly as competitive as Samwas. Besides, weren't girls supposed to be smarter than boys? They justtook it all so darned seriously. And no, my grades weren't abysmal, I. We were close.As we had got older, we had moved to different parts of the country and didn’t see each other so much. To compensate, we started going on holidays together. Once a year, Sam and I would jet off to somewhere exotic for long weekends, to chill out and enjoy each other’s company.We did New York, Barcelona, Berlin, Paris, Prague and Vienna among other great cities. Italy was next on the list and this trip would change our lives completely.I arrived first at the airport, grabbed a. Fondle and arouse me to complete orgasm in the airplane lavatory. And, if she were to grant me some action while flying, my need for lubrication would be resolved.Finally relieved to feel the plane roll away from the terminal we get ready for flight. Hopeful, I try my best to remain patient and tell myself that soon it will be my turn.Why does she always think that holding her legs tightly together will keep others from knowing I’m here and on a mission? Actually, as long as she knows, I really.