The following day Lauren wandered out of the house and conducted a leisurely tour of the grounds of the house, realising as she walked further that ev...n though they had their passports, leaving the place was easier said than done.As far as she looked were hills, dense jungle, brilliant blue skies. The occasional screech of a macaw and the incessant din from the cicadas were the only sounds to be heard during the hot afternoon sun. She carefully sat down on the wall, watching the tiny red ants. Closing the door, the boys stare at one another."Do you think she means it?" One of the brothers whispers to the other. "Is that note for us? We weren't supposed to be home today, you know."One of the friends grins lecherously at the brothers. He'd gotten an eyeful of the naked woman, the way she was bound, blindfolded. He even saw the gag in her mouth! He'd met his friends' mother numerous times and thought her sexier than hell! He'd often daydreamed of somehow having sex with her! And. Then at lunchtime we went to the same mountain restaurant as the day before, and when we walked in there she was! Sitting at a table with three other girls, Henri and another guy. She saw me straight away and looked at me, ready to smile...I went over, a huge silly grin on my face. “Hello,” I said, in French automatically, “I was hoping to find you.”Chloé was smiling back at me, looking as gorgeous and alive as I’d remembered. “I was hoping to find you too.”God! There was no space at the table. .. earlier, if the truth be known - though not quite, as a few have cruelly suggested, back to the days of Caesar Augustus.Now I realize that most of you have come here to read a sex story and indeed sex is a shared activity perpetuated even in this somewhat high-altitude household. What else would you logically expect? Married to a very attractive young girl many years my junior, neither "Farmville" or "Twitter" were ever likely to satisfy the libido. All of which brings us back to Christmas.