He gently entered her and she moaned passionately, “Ohh Ben.”He moved slowly, gently as he pushed into her. He felt a momentary resistance and Mol...y's eyes opened wide as she gave a little cry.“Are you okay, Molly?”“Ohh yes, yes. Fuck me, Ben,” she cried hungrily.He thrust deeper as she spread her thighs wider and wrapped her legs around him. Slowly pulling back and thrusting deeper … in … out … in … out … deeper! faster! harder!“Ohhh Ben! … Ohhh! … don’t stop!”Her moaning turned him on even. Dinner was a mix of European and local cuisine, Martin introducing the different French and Italian dishes while Olivia explained the African portions of the meal. The conversation earlier on the walk to the hotel was about world and local cultures, but now they talked of their inner expectations, hopes, and dreams. They no longer talked about others in the world, they shared themselves. After the meal had ended and the dishes removed, neither wanted the evening to end. Martin reached for. “And you believe that?” asked Penny, her voice imply just how implausible she found that idea.“For once I do,” replied Adi, pulling his girl’s topless body against his own naked torso. “Look at all the trouble they’ve gone to just for us.” He kissed Penny’s cheek and continued, “The idea of allowing us to meet the staff in a non-academic setting is a good one though it should probably have been done at the beginning of the year rather than halfway through.”“But why this weekend, everyone knows. I got dressed in warm corduroy pants that I could tuck into my boots. I picked my warmest angora sweater, a thick black vee neck that looked really nice with the little string of pearls that David got me for my last birthday. I was pulling it over my head when I felt him behind me, his hands tracing the edge of my bra."Now, now, no monkey business. I've got to get finished getting dressed."He unhooked the clasp."Hey! I mean it!" Well, I hate to say it, but I think you're just a tad overdressed.