The week passed slowly, what was I going to do? did I want to sleep withGill? Does he feel the same about me? How does he feel about ourproposed year ...way? Oh a thousand things were going on in my mind.The second week as a barmaid (me, a barmaid!) and I was quite confident,so Bill was leaving me to it completely, he showed me how to change thebarrels when the need it (without getting covered in beer, and byThursday I didn't see much of him at all, I found I was loving the job,loving the. I finished my glass and held her waist. Again she looked into my eyes. She lifted her self up and placed our empty glasses on the table. She started the music and stood in front of me. The beats where not to fast but rather a seductively paced song She started moving slowly in a rhythmic fashion through out she would look me in the eyes and never break contact. Her hands started moving over her boobs and I could see the clear out line of her nipples. She started squatting down and rubbing her. This triggered my ejaculation coating our groins and stomachs with my milky fluid mixed with her fluids. After nearly two minutes she relaxed on top of me catching her breath. Once her breathing returned to normal, I suggested we clean up.“Good suggestion!” Sammy said getting off me and the bed.She then grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the bed. I looked at her stomach as I stood up. She was smeared with my semen mixed with her juices from her groin up to the bottom of her breasts. “You. I don’t know what else to call it; that noise they make that sounds like a baby crying, or a cat being dealt the last of its nine lives. An owl had flown noiselessly past and earlier we had watched two bats in the twilight. Life was good.We were ‘shooting the breeze’ on a warm summer night in Northern France. We’d done this for several years. We’d pick a camp site, and all travel across in our motorhomes and chill out. It was a good way of ending the summer. There was no competition, Derek had.