I looked at my wife as she watched him walk away. It was then that I noticed her blouse was buttoned one button off. “On the way home you can tell m... all about your fun night, OK?” She looked at me with one of her sexy little smiles and said you really want to hear everything?” “Every last detail,” I told her, “but let’s save the story about the strange way your blouse is buttoned until we get home, OK?”She looked down and started to laugh, telling me she didn’t know why I wanted to hear that. He reached across and put his hands on them, moulded them. He loved the way they gave under his fingers, loved holding their weight in his palms. He bent and sucked a thick nipple, squeezing her breast. His cock began to stir again.She bent her head down and licked the top of it with her tongue. Then took the head between her lips and sucked softly, licking the tip the while. Then slid her mouth down the shaft and drew his cock into the wetness, licking wetly round it. And ran her mouth up and. We hit the bread, cheese and wine quite heavily as we waited to place our order. It was much the same as mainland Europe, bread, wine and menus were what you got for the first 30 – 45 minutes. If your order was placed within an hour, things were moving along rapidly. These ladies breast were on display, and I was enjoying the view, when I noticed I was not the only admirer. He seemed to be a tourist also, and if my guess was right, a fellow American. I asked if the ladies minded if I found. It was much later when the weary brunette finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep. When she did, her slumber was plagued by nightmares, visions of herself and Gene performing lewd acts of sex. The two of them bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a backdrop of the lurid photographs with which Gene was blackmailing her. Sarah's sweating body shifted restlessly on the mattress and she whimpered softly as she dreamed. Never in the young woman's wildest dreams, however, could she.