He was a tall well-built guy, dark hair with a pair of lovely brown eyes. I was a bit uncomfortable as I had taken my top off and was lying on my stom...ch with the briefest of bottoms on, I was a bit trapped as even reaching for a towel would be showing more than I wanted to. I closed my eyes and listen to the drone of your voices. I must have dozed off as a soft massaging touch on my back jolted me away. I thought it was you, but to my surprise it was Steve sitting right beside me with a bottle. The huge cathedral of Sainte-Cecile, begun in the late 13th century, is equally impressive as is the Palais de la Berbie, the fortress-like seat of the archbishops of Albi. The friends saw all of them and were far more impressed by this living ancient city than by all the museums they had seen in Paris.From Albi, they drove to Carcassonne the next morning. Carcassonne is a completely restored walled medieval town and a major tourist magnet. They were lucky to arrive early and they fled the. I had to hold her hand to steady her. Though it was an accident, the feeling was amazing. The baby-soft hand, a whiff of her sweet smell, along with the soft brush of her silky hair, made my dick pop up like a spring.She noticed it in the track pants and tried to hide a shy smile. In fact, her hand brushed against it by mistake as she quickly said sorry and turned towards the door.She stood at the door frame with her head bent and adjusted her saree pleats. I stared at her silky back in the. I rang Emma's number but got the 'number unobtainable' tone. Bugger! Was her telephone line faulty or hadn't she paid her bill?I wasn't on duty or anything so I made my way over to her house; A No 7 bus dropped me at the bottom of Emma's road and it was only a short walk to her front door. I rang the doorbell but couldn't hear if it rang or not so I gave the door knocker a real hard heavy pounding but there was no answer. I had assumed she would be at home as she had said, the last time we were.