I looked around and spotted the wood fired pizza oven in the kitchen. I ordered a medium pizza with cheese and pepperoni.She brought me a plate, and a...knife and fork. In Italy, pizza was not eaten with one's fingers.The restaurant smelled of the wood fired pizza ovens and the spices they used to prepare the pizzas they served. Since smoking was still allowed in Europe, I smelled cigarette smoke and smoke from those crooked little cigars the men live on. They served regular meals here also, but. Nothing more was spoken, but they both knew their roles now, and he followed her into the house. He had thought about this moment for so long his legs could hardly climb the stairs. Even as he followed her into the bedroom, there was an air of unease. It was only when he took off his shirt and stood before her that her true mood showed itself. She had been looking from the window at the lawns stretched out before the house, and whatever thoughts they had born, sat heavily upon her now. "I. . and she's right here in this camp ground!" Well... ?" I thought I'd go to work on it... tomorrow!"Vivian had been undressing while they were talking, and Harry watched her, avidly; he never failed to get a real charge out of watching his wife undress. She was down to her panties and bra, now. From long practice, he reached out to unclasp the hooks at the back, slid the garment over her arms and captured a bountiful, white breast in each big paw of a hand."Are you going to keep it a big. I entered into the hot tub area. nobody was in the tub, but there was 1 guy sitting right outside of it reading a magazine. as i entered the room, we caught eyes briefly, and greeted each other. i was hoping that he saw my cock, cuz i could totally see his... he had his magazine up to his face, with his lega spread in his chair, almost looked like he was 'airing out' his cock and balls. i casually got in the tub, and turned on the jets. i sat directly on a jet, and i could feel the water.