However as we didn’t want to waste the next day in bed with a hangover we didn’t get too drunk. There would always be at least one day of our holi...ays however when we would forget about not getting drunk and in fact get pretty plastered. We saved this night until Sunday as we didn’t have to catch the Eurostar until 2pm the next day.We started out in a nice Italian restaurant around the cobbled streets of the Main cathedral where the food was awesome. We had about a bottle of wine between us and. It was as if I could enter into their most secret moments. So the closeness or distance between them at the breakfast table the next morning could often be explained by the relative success or failure of their time spent in the bedroom. Isn't it always? One night after they'd been out for a celebration, for instance, I heard them starting to fuck and so crept across to the shower room and heard her angry tone when he'd cum in her hair - her new hair-do. The next morning's silence across the. “Perhaps we should do lunch,” said Em brightly. The young man’s bulge became even more plainly evident. He looked long and deeply at her and said, “We should. I’d love to eat your pussy.” Em’s nipples hardened and rose. This was instantly observable since her string bikini top was merely that, the string, no fabric. Her pussy, similarly clad in only string, no fabric, got hotly wet. She shifted on her bar stool, leaving a damp patch. She looked at her watch. It was eleven-thirty. She said,. ” She flinches.Simon still can not tell if she is awake or not. “Just let me do this for a while,” he urges her. Somehow this causes her to relax, allowing him to work his finger further into her until he can feel the small barrier of skin snap.“No,” she gasps as tears start to stream down her face. She jerks into an upright position, burying her face in his chest. He rubs the back of her head affectionately with one hand while continuing to finger her with the other. She is biting his shirt.