“What are you watching?” Jill asked as she plopped herself down carelessly near the pillows of the bed Dianne was reclining on.Out of reflex Diann... looked at the woman who was speaking to her and found she was looking directly at Jill’s neatly trimmed bush since the bottom of the towel had flipped slightly open and her co-worker was sitting with one leg bent at the knee and the other still hanging off the side of the bed. Dianne felt sure she must know she was exposing herself but she didn’t. The problem was she was too tired to do much about it. We cuddled and kissed for a minute or so. “Would you just play with my clit for a few minutes?” she asked innocently. There was no need for me to answer. We continued kissing, not tongue lashing kisses, just soft little kisses with a little tongue. As we kissed, I slowly ran a wet finger over Sarah’s clit, while also sucking on a nipple. Sarah was soon moaning and breathing a little heavier. “That feels so good,” she whispered. Sarah spread. I didn’t have a clue how to get around that one, so I just said “It must be a bit strange for her knowing I was staying here, you will need to talk with her about us tomorrow”. I realised that I needed to get the hell out of there in the morning before they got talking.There is not a lot to say about the sex that night; I do remember it was good, but not as exciting as all that had gone before. I was bloody tired and really just wanted to roll over and go to sleep, but did not dare, Allison. She was, as was I, very pre-occupied with getting me back to England. The only conclusion we could reach, was that I would have to wait for an opportunity to arise.She said. "It is for our own protection that we do not appear to be lovers. The Gestapo will latch on to any sign of affection as a tool. You must also pretend that you do not feel the same way about me as you once did, or they will use your affection for me against you. Make out you are fond of Janine if you must, or some other.