This experiment that Mr. Thrower had envisioned had been a complete bust. Like the others, they all expected me to throw it back in their faces and le...ve. Part of me wanted to do just that, too. But, I waited. Was that real? Was that really me? Or, was that … was that what I should feel and react. I wasn’t those other girls. I had experienced my own crazy and abnormal life. I was looking for a change, something to knock me off the course I had found myself cruising down aimlessly, without. Being the beginning of December, we had our repast in the dining room. I think we both were still gripped by a sense of euphoria and we spoke little and thought much as we ate our continental breakfast. It is hard to be in Rome and not be moved by the grandeur of the place. Add the simmering sexual tension between me and Elizabeth and the excitement of the unfolding events surrounding the painting and it might convey our feelings. Elizabeth looked up from her sugared croissant, wiping the. The girl who had been on the other side of me pulled my hand onto her, now braless, breast through her shirt. Automatically I gently caressed it and flipped over her nipple a few times. I barely managed to catch her arm when her knees buckled from her orgasm.She only took a second or two to recover before saying to the girl on the other side of me, “Whoa. We both better just be friends with him. I’ve had my breasts touched a lot more than I need to have everyone call me a slut and never gotten. Don't stop... oh fuck, Gary, you're going to make me cum... oh fuck... keep doing that... deeper... I can't hold back... Cindy cum with me... oh fuck," Elizabeth cried out. Her entire body went through a series of convulsions. The sensuality of her orgasm, her moans and cries of pleasure, and the contortions she made arching her ass backward to force Gary's hand deeper inside her was too much for me to witness. "Oh, baby... I'm cumming too... oh god, I can't help it... oh baby, so good," I.