Swam some, kissed some and just as they were ready to walk out I stood up and walked out onto the bank calling them by name. They first yelled, screa...med at me, called me a "old middle aged pervert" and demanded I depart. I instead walked over to their towel, sat down, sniffed their bikini panties and watched as they yelled more at me. Della through a rock and said she would call the police. So, I simply stood up, removed my shirt, my boots, my jeans and my boxers. Yelling at me I could see. He pulled the top down over her tits and bump and she bent slightly to pull her leggings up. He put his hand between her legs and felt how wet her leggings were getting from his cum. Satisfied, he buckled his jeans up again and opened the front door. Only fifteen minutes later, his girlfriend turned up at the house. It had been a week since he'd seen her but he hadn't given a fuck since for at least half of that week, he'd been buried in his daughter. He had to admit though, she looked. ”He held out his hand. “I am Francesco Caracciolo. Who have I the honour of addressing?”I shook his proffered hand. “Compton Basset, sixth Baron Clonygowan.”He spoke in rapid Neapolitan to the man behind the counter, then turned to me and smiled.“I have ordered a bottle of Aglianico, to celebrate the occasion of me hosting an Irish Milord.”Within minutes a bottle and two glasses were delivered to our table. Caracciolo poured two generous measures.“Slante!” He said, raising his glass, then. He was touching my hands and shoulders a lot. And I kept noticing how he was trying to be gentleman-like by ushering me forward by touching the top of my butt.On one occassion I had to go up to my room as I forgot my cellphone and that’s when it happened. I did not notice him follow me and I must have not realized that the second floor was empty of folks. As I was rummaging through my drawer it happened. He grabbed me from behind and kissed me on the neck. I kinda closed my eyes as it felt nice.