Surrounded by women, and every one making demands on you — one way or another.’ ‘When it rains, it pours, I guess. But…’ ‘Don’t give up ...n me, John. On us…’ and now she was crying. I held her close, nothing else I could do, really. Words were inadequate to the moment, and the only thing left to do was to hold her ’til the moment passed. Actions speak louder than words, right? +++++ We left Heathrow early in the morning on the 9th, and were in Athens getting the bikes out of storage by. I didn't think she was as upset as she tried to make us think she was, just tired of studying that's all."Why don't we take a break and come back to it after?" Carla jumped up when she said that and put some records on the record player. Once the music started playing, she went into the kitchen and brought us back some Cokes. We listened to records for awhile, Fats Domino, Pat Boone, The Platters, and Elvis Presley. Carla and Rachel started swaying and dancing alone to the music. I just sat and. At least I always knew someone there and wouldn't be alone for the rest of the night. Sure enough as I walked in and headed for the bar I heard someone call my name. It was Blake, an old buddy from high school."Hey Blake why are you here? Are you visiting some relatives?" I said. "Nope, I just move back to town" he said. He narrated to me every little thing that happened to him, including how his mother had been ill and it was just too much traveling back and forth to take care of her. His old. " Still attentive to his penis, she worked her feet apart on the carpet until the damp crotch of her panties was totally aired out. "Now," he purred, "Masturbate." She looked up at him and he met her glance, smiling tenderly as he slowly pumped her skull by her hair. She took a hand off his thigh and slid it into her panties. Kneading her clit, she was already turned on when he said, "Both hands." She was breathing hard now, and the stimulation of two hands playing with her spread-open pussy.