“Yes,” I said. “I’ll come, but I’ve got to grab some breakfast first.”She moved without more ado to the kitchen and by the time I had foll...wed her, she had taken two bowls and the muesli and put them on the table and was at the fridge, getting the milk.We did not stay longer than the time it took to eat our small breakfast and drink one cup of tea, before driving in convoy back to York and the hotel. She phoned the hotel before we left, and spoke briefly to Barry who was staying there with his. I rubbed my hands over her nipples through the thin blouse that she was wearing. My hands were shaking, I had never met anyone so forward before, and was ashamed that she would soon discover my small cock.I slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing a pure silk blue bra, my hands felt the smoothness, and fondled her erect nipples. She reached down and unbuckled the belt on my jeans, unzipping them and reaching to feel the hardness through my Calvin Klein trunks. I reached behind and undid her bra. Even so, I welcomed the attention and I also loved watching the sight of Carly eating Bobbie out.This lasted for several more minutes, my cock hardening at the scene, especially as Bobbie and Carly swapped positions and my fiancee felt a tongue invade her pussy, too. Eric did his level best to make me hard again, for some reason that wasn’t quite clear until he succeeded and bent over in front of me. It wasn’t rocket science at that point, as Bobbie and Carly stopped to prepare my dick for his. It had been hard enough to even have feelings, let alone talk about them – as far as anyone was interested to anyway.But things had changed; the villa opened her to emotions. She'd been forced to have them. Could she live with Alec again and not share what she'd experienced – and how she felt about that? She would become a stranger to her husband, a stranger in her own life if she couldn't share. She might as well not be with him at all. Which brought another question: did she want to stay with.