We sat at a table by the large glass window which was cracked to let in the salty breeze and clucking of the seagulls who were far from the sea but fo...nd the lago a very acceptable alternative. The espresso was strong and hot and the pastries light and sugary. We enjoyed a long peaceful time chatting, people watching and playing footsie beneath the table, while many of the other patrons smiled broadly at the touriste who were obviously deeply in love. Italians love to be in love – and they love. I could not shake the feeling that overtook me and I was amazed at how awestruck I was by this man. Knowing I could never hit on someone who was committed in marriage, I dismissed all the fantasies that I had started to form in my mind and concentrated on marinating the pork chops I had decided to grill for dinner. A few minutes later he came into the kitchen. Spotting the pork chops and the ingredients I was about to soak them into, he smiled and made a comment about getting dinner ready for. After a few seconds of running his fingertip around the slippery head of his cock, the pressure of the elastic waistband was interfering with his pleasure. He slowly rose to his feet, facing her, as he lowered his shorts to the ground. He stood there, his cock jutting straight up, throbbing and smooth.She, too, then rose up, undid her shorts, and let them fall to her ankles. She removed them, and laid them over the log where she had sat. Then she slowly, teasingly lowered her panties,. She improvised and said some thing about the colour of the flowers on some trees.At the end of the trip, Little girl wanted one more trip. As Mother was about to get down to get tickets, I assured her I already bought for 3 rounds. As girl was clapping and making merry, Mother asked me in a low voice.” How did you know I wouldn’t slap you? Your money would have been wasted.” Now She inserted her hand in the opening provided by unzipped pant ( loose,long T shirt was covering nicely ) and was.