The Irishman was making us breakfast
in bed on Sunday morning and I snuggled up to Lora, kissing the back of her
neck and caressing her curves when she quizzed me as to why I’d suddenly taken
such an interest in her housemate being brought into the equation when Ted
needed relief. I indiscreetly told Lora about the last night in Italy.
She told me that she was
amazed that Alice had opened her legs to allow me to go down on her.
“Do you think that I could go to her room?”
“If you’d like to leave me alone to fuck Ted again, I’m
certainly not going to complain,”
she said, “but I think Alice might not be
so understanding”.
“What happens in Italy…”
“Stays in Italy. Exactly Jayne”.
Bugger!
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