She wrapped her arms around his body, feeling his skin. Her dress was quickly lost, he felt her naked body against his as he lay her back onto the gro...nd, kissing down her flesh. Neve gasped and moaned as she felt his fingers caress her hips, his lips and tongue leaving a trail down her body. Her mind raced with the sensations of Adagio’s lips touching her skin.“Yes,” she moaned.Adagio smiled as he reached the apex of her womanhood. The red curly pubic hair leading to her dripping pussy. He. Somewhere safe.”“An island?” suggested Paul.“Let’s look,” said Mia.Rose grinned at Grace, and gestured towards the sea. An image of Rose swimming appeared in Grace’s head. Cyan and Emerald had got out and come round, and were sharing that same energy, somehow.“It’s the middle of the night!” Grace had to grin too. But they were on a mission, not a schoolgirl midnight breakout from a dorm or something!“We...” Cyan started in words, “ ... not permit...”.Grace felt an image grow ... it was a row of. Stan bhare thai gaya. Nipples kadak thai gai. Jigar e biji be tran thapaat kula par maari. Maar khai ne ane gaalo sambhali ne mane gal galiya-n thata-n hata-n.Mane jem tem bethi kari Jigar bolya, “Bhosadi ki, ab mein tuze munh men chodunga.”Maaru-n maathu-a pakadi emane maara mo-n ma-n lund ghaali didho. Maara vaal pakadi mathu-n halavi ne e mane chodava laagya. Mane bahu j gamatu-n hatu-n. Tran chaar vakhat emane aakho lund maara gala sudhi ghaali didho tyaare mane laagyu-n ke jaane lund maara. It was served with a piping hot and fresh from the oven bread that Grandma called Le pagnotte di Enna. Made from semolina flour, it was a heavier Mediterranean-style bread.With the food served, Grandma gave kisses to Ren, Cor and I and then left with Nicco. There was a lot of effort made to let her know she was welcome to stay and would be missed, but she was on a timetable of some kind, I could tell. Once the door closed there was a long stretch of silence, as the only sound was people.