I was really tired and i went inside my tent and slept. The next day our translator was here, the men were talking to him and looking at me. I asked t...he translator what they said he said nothing we are just talking business. I told him to ask them about the last night, he translated it to them and they said something and laughed. The translator said laughingly "He is asking if you enjoyed it last night" I told the translator to tell them it must be kept a secret. He told them and the man came. That street was hell to walk along if you were wearing high heels, but fortunately the pavements on either side of it consisted of mostly-level flagstones.Heading for the village shop - which was also the village Post Office, newsagent, and chemist - Jill had to pass the church. Their house was on Church Lane, one of two short streets that branched off the village's main street. The Church of St. Michael & All Angels - known to everyone as 'St. Mike's', of course - was as much the village's. She had told me before, that she loved to see him naked. She must have lusted for his cock like I did. How could she not, watching him, seeing his hard cock, smelling him, feeling the heat of his body next to her. Oh God, I wanted him to touch me so badly. I longed to feel everything that woman had felt. I wondered how old we would have to be before we could have sex with a man. It seemed like forever we had been waiting, in silence, for him to come into the room. Finally, I asked Sharon what. “Babe, there’s no spread.” I heard her stirring in the bedroom. “Huh?” “There’s no spread. We need to shop.” I lifted the still hot toast onto plates, adding them to the tray. Picking it up, I pushed the bedroom door open with my backside and entered the bedroom. I placed it carefully on the bedside cabinet, and shuffled into bed. Claire lifted her head, hair all tousled, eyes half open. I bent and kissed her, breathing in her sleepy scent. “No spread? Hmm. I’ll just have to improvise.” She.