And as much as I want to stay talking with you, we can’t leave Sasha too long.”I nodded, got up from the bed, and took Tasha’s hand to help her ...p. She got off the bed and stepped close and melted into my arms and we exchanged a soft, sexy French kiss.“Aha!” Sasha squealed gleefully from the doorway.We quickly broke the kiss and Tasha put her hands on her hips and glared at her sister.“You shouldn’t spy!”“Mike has to kiss me or I’ll tell Mom!”“«Ты паршивец»”!” Tasha exclaimed.“Well, Mike?”. Her hands found their way to his waist, feeling the solidity of his build beneath his jacket; she blushed at the man she had grown fond of in their correspondence. They made conversation for the best part of an hour before leaving the coffee shop, meandering through the town; they fell into step with her hand in the crook of his arm while walking along the beach. Conversation drifted from topic to topic until they returned to the high street, on noticing her attention towards a set of lingerie. Whilst both women would like to cum they were both also enjoying the state of 'almost' that the young man's phallus was keeping them in. This continued for a while longer although now Seb was giving each woman more consecutive thrusts and thereby taking them closer to the edge. He was controlling his own need to ejaculate although he knew that he would probably need to let it go soon.With his own eruption getting closer he decided that he would 'finish off' the women and he was now slamming. Juliette and I enjoyed another wonderful night together. Then the next day the three of us went and explored the city. Juliette knew her way around Florence in the same way that Madeline did with Paris. We had an interesting day, exploring several of the art galleries and museums. That evening, when we had returned to our suite after dinner, Madeline once again said goodnight. But this time, Juliette grabbed her hand and pulled her into our room. ‘I love you so much, Madeline,’ she said. ‘I.