. I look at her ... that crazy hair, the green eyes and the freckles ... and I stop breathing. Being away from her hurts so much I don't know how I ca... go on until I can see her, and hold her again."My dad was quiet for a long moment, then softly, his voice sounding a little choked, he said, "I know son ... I know. It was that way when I met your mother ... it still is, actually. I just don't tell her that often enough."That's one of the lessons I've learned already. You have to tell her that. Rehearsals were soon underway. We went through all the usual stuff, theread-throughs and so on. Miss Phillips was quite as strict as she said she would be, and we weren't allowed to say a single word in English.French was, as they say, de rigueur! I was sure that Alex would dowell, but what surprised me was how well Colin played the part ofAntoine. He was far better than any of us, including him, could everhave expected. In fact the weakest of us was undoubtedly me.And I could tell that. After about an hour there, I then went to the Rhino and Lion Nature Preserve -- a kind of small nature park on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't exactly a full-blown safari, but I did get to see ostrich, giraffe, rhino and lions. In fact, they even had some lion cubs near the gift shop you could hold and have your picture taken with. I know it's kind of kitschy, but I decided there weren't too many other opportunities to have my picture taken with a lion cub, so I went for it.That left just. I could feel his bulge through his jeans. My panties were almost soaked through. His hand slipped up my skirt, playing with the edges of my lacy underwear. I moved my hands to his pants, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on his cock I could feel getting harder and harder through his pants. He pulled his mouth off mine and put his mouth close to my ear.“We need to go somewhere alone this fucking second,” he growled, slipping his hands under my panties to grab my ass even tighter. I.