“ yes you want to fuck my pussy. Come with me for sucking and fucking” she then reached over and felt my semi hard cock... and started to moan “...hhh yeah sucking and fucking” of course there was a huge language barrier so she was limited to a few words. i then decided to milk the situation as far as i could. So i said “ your so beautiful “. They next thing she did surprised me even more!! She grabbed my hand and put it under her skirt and she had no panties on!! She put my hand on her EXTREMELY. I just smiled and let my open palm drift down to her belly. Caressing around her navel I moved further 'south' and teasingly 'nudge' the edge of her bikini bottom. Toying with the edge she began to squirm; breathing was getting shallow and every so often a little gasp escaped her wondrous lips. Slowly I slid hand into her bottoms but I did not yet touch her sopping wet pussy. I wanted to prolong the agony, the anticipation. She slid her hand through the opening in my boxers and began stroking. After five minutes I got fed up and walked out into the hall with the beautiful paintings. I stood in front of an oil painting that depicted a large bonfire with people dancing around the tall flames a full moon high above. I felt as if I was there, my face warmed and ruddy because of the fire, my hair wild and my dress tattered, the embers falling in front of my eyes. I was in another world. I had not noticed that a man had walked up behind me and he tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped,. The summer had been so hot, so unbearable, it was nice to see fall approaching. They lay there on a blanket in the grass taking in the sunlight and fall smells. Every so often when she wasn’t paying attention, John would glimpse over at her and smile. The sun on Sara’s golden hair reminded him of diamonds. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, and he wondered what she was dreaming about…was it him? The blissful summer they spent together? Riding bikes in the hills, picnics in the meadow,.