I did the tourist thing for the first day. Climbed the Acropolis, saw the museums, had great lunches and did the markets. The women were the hottest I...��ve ever seen. The Greek girls with their darker skin. The English and American tourists with their paler skin. All of them seemed to come from a fashion magazine. They were all in perfect shape with long sexy legs tucking away into short skirts or dresses. I have to admit my hormones were pumping hard after that first day. That night I decided to. 2.Misha almost paused in mid-step, his eyes snapping forward in a classicdouble take. A long display marked ACCESSORIES took up an entirewall to the left of the counter. Most of it was tawdry window-dressing:feather boas, tiaras, sequined gloves, plastic derbies and similarparaphernalia. Cheap, gaudy trinkets that harkened back to the glory daysof vaudeville.Next to this was a plain, white sign containing a single word:LINGERIE.Misha halted before the stand, surveying the merchandise in. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, she laid down beside me, and I began to gently finger her- her hole and little clit still wet with my saliva and her juices. As she lay on her back with my right arm underneath her, reaching around to grab her right breast, I fingered her with my left hand, which is more dexterous from playing guitar. This went on for a while: I rubbed her clit in little circles, keeping it wet by sticking my finger inside her and curling it up to rub her G spot.. She guided me down to suck on it, and I gladly obliged, tasting her beautiful juices as I took it in my mouth. Hannah gently played with my hair as I sucked her, and after a while, she told me I’d done enough and pulled me off it. I scrambled into bed while she took it off and we turned out the lights. I curled up next to her, her arm around me protectively, making me feel so safe and warm and secure. Despite being on the ‘wrong’ side of the bed, I soon drifted off into sleep with images of the.