.may I?All 3 suddenly stopped talking, as if they were rudely interrupted. The red-head turned all the way around and leaned back towards the window, ...ooking directly at me, with a shadow of a smile on her face, saying nothing. I slowly took a couple of steps, but suddenly as I reached the brunette, she put her foot forward and blocked my path again. I stopped, looked at her beautiful, tanned, long foot, then went upwards, saw her belly, her firm breasts and finally met her eyes. It took me a. "I didn't expect to, but yes, I do. They feel very nice. I suppose it isjust a 'macho' thing that I'm not supposed to like things like these" I've never thought of you as being particularly macho, Louise. Not inall the time I have known you. You have always behaved in a verygentlemanly way, but the emphasis was always on the 'gentle', wasn't it.Well, they are yours now and there is no-one here to be macho with, soyou can wear and enjoy them every night. I got you some others you cantry as well. I have been so worked up into a state of frenzied need all day, they almost seem to have become a natural part of my body. But perhaps it would work a little better if that little task was attended to.” “May I?” You nod as you open your sexy thighs to facilitate my efforts. I gaze upon your wondrous womanly center, glistening with the aromatic dew coating your aroused vulva, with the small string protruding so innocently. I take the string between thumb and finger and tug gently. The lips of. I sat up and leaned in towards her and she bent down to me. “Please signora,” she said quietly, as not to disturb anyone, “this is ... I’m afraid you need to stop.”I grinned at her and asked: “Stop what?”She looked towards Triss’ lap where part of his cock still stuck out of his pants, slowly losing its erection. “Well, you know,” she said. “Stop ... doing that...”I was amused at her squeamishness and suddenly grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her down to me and placing a kiss hard on.