Once his address had been acquired, she’d scrapped the account. The disappointment he would feel amused her. She elected to do what she was going to...do on the Saturday. She’d spent the morning getting ready – bathed, shaved her whole body, washed and straightened the long brown hair that hung thinly down below her shoulders at her mid-back. She’d worn black lace panties and a matching bra over which she’d worn a medium-blue dress. The hemline came to just above her knee – not too short, not too. My wife arrived in venice by train and I met her there cause I arrived there from Greece by ferry linewe had a breakfast there and something to eat.We head to the port and the que was terrible.Lots of tourists! americans,germans,swiss and so on.It took us 3-4 hours till we were able to be on board and a guy from staff brought us to our cabin.Half an hour later our laggages came to our cabin as wellWe were both very tired.Had a shower and changed clothes.When the ship departed in the afternoon. Our hair was mixing together in a wet mass. She started to grind her body after a few seconds forward slowly then jerked back faster, after a wile putting her hands on my abs raising her self up and dropping down in fast movements varying the pace. We did this for a while before she got up and off me and switched back facing me on all fours a big grin on her face, you coming sailor? I got up and pushed myself forward as I did she laid her head on the bed and pushed back at me stroke for. She just sighed."I'm sorry, you don't need to hear about this," she told me."Well, I was your tutor before, maybe I can help," I put on the record."Well, you remember how it was after you hooked up with my mom. You couldn't concentrate, and you two kept fucking in the bathroom. I'm glad you two are happy, but it's still a bit of a bummer. This guy sucks, and you were just too good to give up," she explained.I felt bad, she did have a point. Before Roxanne started driving me crazy, we did get a.