Yvonne was good, she was a lovely fuck and invariably wanted it in the arse at some time during the night but she was nice to sleep with as she lolled...her tits on me and her mouth was so delicious but most of all she was an excellent cook, the only problem was that she did not speak English, my Italian was improving but far from conversational which I missed because I do like dirty talk, Ellie knew that and used it against me on several occasions when I was trying to last and she wanted to. Still a virgin myself, it was all so amazing to me that I could be in such a relationship. We lay next to each other, so close she was practically on top of me. I noticed she, too was waking. "Good morning," I said, "I think I've been dreaming about you." I pointed down to the bulge that was sticking up from the blanket. "I see," she said. My legs begin to quiver and my heart raced as I felt the weight of her hand caressing my thigh. A gasp escapes my mouth as her hand lingers between my legs. I did it that morning only because it was Saturday. On Saturday Helen didn't run her truck. Also because I just didn't feel like leaving the cabin that early. I know 8:30 isn't all that early, but after Friday night, it was indeed too early for me to be out for the world to see.I even washed the one cereal bowl, since I was killing time that morning. I wasn't sleepy, but I was still exhausted. My energy level was low for some reason. So low in fact that I was still in the sweater I had slept in. I grabbed his hand and guided it over her swimsuit-covered pussy. I moved the spandex fabric aside and inserted my finger between her labia and over her clit. I looked over to my friend who was smiling ear to ear. Although he is married, his wife is not as sexual as Nicole; not even close. I went in the house to grab a round of beers for them and make another drink for myself.When I came back out, it was clear that he had gotten better acquainted with my wife. She had removed her swimsuit and.