It was a pleasure to see the Mediterranean once more, sparkling in the bright, late afternoon sunlight.We found a respectable inn off the motorway and...checked in for the night. There were several restaurants in the area and we chose to eat a bit earlier than usual and retire earlier as well. Kristiana welcomed me to the big bed and we caught up on our lovemaking that evening before falling into a deep sleep. We awoke the next morning and showered together, managing to avoid sex. We did wash. This gets her thinking and he touches her skin and asks if it tingles or burns. And she tells him it kind of burns with a tingle. So he tells her he needs to see her back. So she turns around and he pulls her shirt off completely. He asks if when she was raped if they had her shirt off, she said yes. Here she believes every word and thinking the worst as he tells her it’s really bad. He keeps on with this exam and lifts her hair up to look at her neck. He then asks if her pants were off and. We towed our own liquor and beer with us because we knew there were people there at the party with a certain taste for the “classic shit”. As we walked on the cobblestone steps to the patio out back, John poked his head out of the second story window and practically climbed out of it before he managed to air high-five us. We returned the friendly gesture and walked in on the scene unfolding before us:There were beer bottles everywhere. Everywhere you looked there was a beer bottle. I paused. And when penetration was allowed I had to work very hard, she wound grasp me, spreading her legs, or wrapping them around me, arching her back so more of my cock would enter her. Frustratingly, for her, I would climax as she was starting to feel something. Then it would be weeks of wanking together, like girlfriends, not lovers. At one point she had introduced me to the joys of having my prostate massaged. She would frig me, and I would jerk my cock, either on my back or on my front, which.