Ms. Christie then said that she was so sorry for berating him like she did before and she wanted to make it up to him. Tom started by saying that it'd...have to be something pretty big to make up for something so heinous and Ms. Christie was in agreement. She thought for a second and Tom sent the final thought her way, "ah okay, how about, for a start, I give you a bit of a lap dance?" This was exactly, word for word, what Tom had wanted her to say but he had an idea and begrudgingly said: "well. I hoped one of them would find a room for me since I didn't have a passport. Fortunately I had lots of euros.Not far from the consulate I found a little hotel and my tale of shipwreck helped, along with the pile of euros I placed on the registration desk.I spent the time before picking up my passport thoroughly enjoying touring Florence. It's a magnificent city and despite the fact it was winter and there was a cold snap, I wandered the city. Fortunately the food was excellent as was the. "Hey, do that again," he urged, loving the way his sister was fondling his prick. "Pull the skin back and forth."When Amy did as he suggested, he could feel the wild pleasure streaking up and down his cock. Shit, it felt a million times better than jacking himself off. Getting hornier by the second, Jimmy could feel his cock starting to twitch and swell."Hey!" she giggled as his cock started to throb and swell under her caresses. "It's moving. What's happening?" I'm gettin' a hard-on," he said. (November 1999. Cant you just feel that pessimistic old fart Nostradamus breathing down your neck?) Ok so that wasnt too difficult really. Three pleasant little paragraphs to set up the scene (time place and person). A bit clumsy and laboured no doubt but I can always tidy them up in the morning along with all the other debris of my drunkenness: 2 empty fag packets/ 4 coffee mugs/ 1 creamy-white bra/ a pair of burgundy knickers (Im not always the most co-ordinated girl)/ several green scrumpled.